Insatiable Desire

Chapter 3

I'm stunned when I hear him say that. How was I......
I think he was mistaken, but he wasn't because I now myself felt the blood come out of me from there.

"Do something about it." He said earnestly looking at me.

Do what about it? Oh my God! I don't know what to do.

He waited there for me to do something about my periods while I was aloof of the fact of what to do.

"Go!" He shouted aggressively that made me jump.

I was too scared to ask him, but I did.

"What should I do?" I asked gathering the strength in me.

"What do you mean?" He spoke through gritted teeth.

It is the time I tell him the truth.

"I've never had periods.....before. It's my.....first time. I don't know what to do." I spoke having the decency to look down.

"What?" He spoke in a way that made his cheek bones grow more prominent underneath his pale and clear skin.

I nodded in response but as I did, he came forward towards me in a sudden moment and I closed my eyes in fear.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me looking gravely serious.

"Bathroom. Now." He spoke as he inhaled sharply.

I rushed to the bathroom and he followed.

He pointed towards the shower and I stood underneath it. My legs were wobbly and my wounds hurt a lot but the fear of him made me do things at instant.

Coming close to me, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and taking it upwards he took my shirt off.

What is he going to do?

My breasts were vulnerable to him because I was not wearing a bra. And when I thought he was going to touch me on my wounded nipples, he moved downwards towards my trousers. Opening the knot of the trousers, he took them off bending down to the floor. He shot me a look and I hurriedly stepped out of the trousers that fell at my feet. My heart was pounding and I was afraid that it was perhaps too loud for him to hear it and if he would hear it, he'd rip it right out of my chest.

His one hand moved towards the shower and he turned it on. Cold water came rushing down and I shivered uncontrollably. Unconsciously I moved away from it but he grabbed me by the waist and brought me back underneath the running water. That's when I knew that I had to stand under cold water on a December night while I also had fever.

I wished that I had died. But that's when something happened and I don't know why it did. The water that was cold was now getting warmer until it was comfortably warm enough to run over my body. He was adjusting the shower knobs. My attention now drifted towards my legs that had streams of blood running down. He saw them too, which was quite an embarrassment and shame for me that he was looking.

When the water touched my wounded body, it stung like a million knives over my skin cutting me entirely. He grabbed the bathing sponge and squinted the bathing liquid on it. I knew it was going to hurt with the sponge. But being thankful to him for the warm water, I kept quiet out of courtesy. He was getting wet too, his black hood was getting wet and his slightly long hair were also dripping with the water as he bent down to wash my legs. The rigid sponge slipped over my body and I watched him rub the blood off with it. Now the sponge glided over my bruised thighs and I closed my legs sensing the ache in them. He stopped and looked at me and then continued again. His pace had slowed down and he intently now watched my skin that was covered in contusion of his assault.