"Do you think that you will survive his trust?" Elara whispered to herself as she folded her hands around her knees and leaned her head on them. She was sitting inside the small bathtub for fifteen minutes by now. Her mind is repeating the whole scene again and again.
He asked her to strip to see her obedience? And then he treated her kindly. But then he had treated her kindly from the start. If not for him, she had been dead a long ago due to lack of food and water or raped by those men.
He did not try to touch her or question her. As long as he did not question her, she could believe that he was trying to save her. But could she trust him?
Could she trust anyone? A lone tear slipped from her eyes, getting lost in the water as she blinked her eyes again.
