The door slammed shut begind Number One. Number Two came over to the bed and looked at her body. Bruises covered it. Gently, he ran his hands over her body. Disgusted, he wiped the tears from her cheeks and undid the restraints at first her ankles, then his wrists. The gag was thrown on the floor.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh, let me clean you up. I won't hurt you."
Anna was too tired and hurt to fight as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He started the shower and quickly got in with her. He soaped her up and held her gently as he washed her thoroughly. When he was done, he carried her back to the bed, wrapped in a soft, fluffy towel.
He laid down on the bed, spooning her back. His mask was still in place, now soaked, but covering his face. He just held her, confusing Anna even more.
The clock had passed twenty minutes.
His hands slowly started rubbing her body, massaging her shoulders, her arms, her back, moving done to her bottom, then down to her legs. She sighed in contentment as her muscles relaxed. She almost didn't notice when he spread her legs and knelt between them.
His hands moved over her stomach, to her breasts, kneading them gently. Her nipples hardened and she moaned gently. Anna was getting scared. She was liking this!
"Do you want me to stop?"
Anna raised her head and looked at the man, her eyes wide in disbelief.
