The Mob Boss and His Prisoner

Fresh and Clean

I hum whatever comes to mind as I wait for the pills to kick in. Slowly the pills kick in and I fall asleep. I luckily have a nice dream this time and not a nightmare. I think I woke up a few hours later but I'm not alone in the room, their boss is there and staring at me.

"I want you to follow me." He said getting to his feet.

I don't bother arguing with him and I shakily get to my feet. I use the sheet from the bed to cover myself as my dress is destroyed. We leave the room and I follow him down the hall well I struggled to. I was so slow he was like 10 feet ahead of me taking long strides. I pant as I'm having to nearly jog just to keep up. He turns and heads up a set of stairs.

I go slow as my legs are hurting so badly. He was nice enough to wait at the top for me before he walked again. I kept my head down as we walked past his members and I didn't want to get any more unwanted attention. We get to what I'm guessing is the main foyer and he heads to the second floor. I follow but am struggling so much just to keep up. I pant as I fall to my knees breathing heavily trying to get air.

"Hey come on, it's not that hard to walk." He snapped at me.

"ARE YOU THE ONE THAT GOT BEAT UP FOR ALMOST 2 WEEKS STRAIGHT? I DON'T THINK SO BUSTER, JUST GIVE ME A SECOND TO CATCH MY BREATH." I shout extremely pissed with him.

He walks back down the steps and I think he's gonna hit me or even kill me. I close my eyes waiting for it but all he does is pick me up in his arms. He started to carry me the rest of the way up the stairs. He walks into some double doors that lead to a grand bedroom, guessing it's the master. I just go wide-eyed looking at the decor and the giant king-size bed. He places me down on the bed gently before he steps back.

"That door is the bathroom and a set of clean clothes for you to put on so wash up and take as long as you want." He goes and sits down at a desk.

"O-ok" I stutter as I get up and stumble to the bathroom. I close and lock the door, not trusting him one bit. I walk around to see what there is and I spot the jacuzzi tub.

"Ohh, I am so gonna take a bath first." I go to the tub and turn the hot water on.

I added some bubble bath that smelled like citrus before striping my nasty dress. I threw it in the trash before climbing into the bath and letting the water fill around me. I took the sling off but kept my arm in the same position. I relaxed when the hot water filled up. I turn it off and turn the jets on. It was like a full-body massage on my sore muscles. Every so often he knocks on the door asking if I was ok and I say yeah.

I stayed in the tub for about an hour before getting out, letting it drain. I go to the stand-alone shower and turn it on. I let the water warm up before stepping in. I let it rinse the bubbles off my body before I grab whatever shampoo there was and wash my hair. I used some conditioner and let that sit as I carefully scrub my body of the dried blood and dirt. When that was all done I started to wash both off until I was clean again. I turn the shower off and step out grabbing the nearest towel and drying my hair first.

'Man I need a haircut to thin this sh*t out' I think to myself.

I looked in the mirror over the sink seeing my body still had heavy bruising all over. After getting the majority of the water out I start to get dressed. I snake the sports bra around my bad arm first and over my head then wiggle my good arm in the other hole.

"Ok, that was easier than I thought it was gonna be hehe." I chuckle and go for the underwear next making sure I take my time to not slip and fall.

I get the underwear on "um ok how to do these fit perfectly?" I shake my head not wanting an answer to that.

They gave me some baggy track pants and a baggy t-shirt. The pants go on with ease and now the shirt I go slow as I did with the bra. It was a harder struggle as there was more fabric. I knock on the door just in case he could be changing or something else.

"I'm done in here so you can take me back now."

"You can come out." He said.

I open the door and peek out the crack before stepping out. "Um, could someone help get this back on? It's easy to get off with one hand but hard to get back on." I hold up the sling.

"I can do that." He walks over and takes the sling from me. He helps put my arm in and puts the straps around my shoulder and torso. He makes sure it's snug and snaps it closed. "There we go all done."

"T-thank you... um, I guess Undertaker." I have no clue what to call him. He chuckled at that so I turned around and got a better look at his face.

'That beard doesn't look good on him at all.' I also notice he has his hair dyed, it's black around the roots for 4 inches and the 7 inches of hair was dyed white.