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Part 3

A shower.

Or at least just burning hot water. Deon stood underneath the scorching hot shower that stung his skin and turned him a beat red. He did not mind; it was a feeling he had not had in such a long time. Nothing could be better than this, at least at this moment.

He climbed out of the shower, looking at the clothes he had taken off. He did not want to put them back on; they would feel horrible on his skin. So, he left them off and then back into the central part of the bedroom. He dropped onto the bed with a bounce; he caught himself smiling for a second, finding that bit of joy even in all this bullshit.

That was when he heard the door open. His head whipped around to see the strange woman from outside walking in with a deep-set tray, she did not look up to address him, nor did it seem like she noticed him. She walked back out and then in again, this time with a small box.

Deon quickly grabbed the blanket and threw it over himself. That was the time she looked up. She smiled and again gave a look that if she owned a tail, it would wag.

Then she made an 'oh' face, waving him to come closer. He, of course, did not for the reason he was not dressed. She tilted her head to the side. Not understanding his reason for refusing.

She waved him over again.

"I am not moving from this spot," Deon said sternly, tightening his grip on the blanket and pulling it up more. The girl looked down and gave an 'ahh' look as it finally clicked.

He watched her walk over to the box, shuffle through it then reveal a set of clothes for him.

"That's for me?" Deon questioned, not expecting this level of care from a creature helping out the Soruvet that purchased him and possibly even orchestrated his kidnapping.

The girl nodded and went closer to him, setting the clothing down on the bed. She pointed to the door, made a quick motion with her hands, and headed out. Shutting the door behind her. It took Deon a minute to realise she would give him a minute to change. He jumped and quickly threw the clothes on; they surprisingly fit perfectly. He cooed at the softness of the shirt, rubbing his hands up and down it a couple of times.

It was not long before a knock came this time around. She poked her head back in, then came fully in, seeing that he was dressed. She waved him over yet again.

This time Deon walked over, looking over her shoulder to see what she was trying to get him to come visit.

It was food and drink on the platter. Deon's eyes lit up; this food had a smell. His nose must have been burnt out because of the conditions in it, but he smelt it now that he was closer.

She made a motion as if to say for you. He moved over and grabbed a piece, and threw it in his mouth. His senses ignited. Causing him to shovel the food one mouth full after another. He could see the girl out of the corner of his eye; she watched him happily for a moment, then went over to the part of the wall.

This strangeness caused Deon to stop and watch what she was doing. Her fingers danced over the wall, pressing invisible buttons, and out from the wall appeared a small fridge. She then walked back over to the box and dragged it around; he slowly continued eating as he stared at her while she started to stock it with drinks and what looked like snack items.

When he was done, he wiped his mouth with the cloth on the tray.

"Why are you doing that?" Deon finally asked; she looked up at him with big, round eyes. Then signed something. He shook his head, "I don't understand."

From under her shirt, she produced an electronic pad. Then typed it quickly into it. "It is because I want you to be comfortable", a text-to-voice told him.