Abditory

𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻

Living in that little cottage was like a dream.

It distracted me with its charm and cozy amenities.

After a good hour-long nap, unfortunately, I woke up again. Sleeping was becoming a battle rather than something that comes naturally.

So instead of laying in that great big bed and willing myself to sleep, I took advantage of the fully stocked kitchen.

I peeled a kiwi and brewed myself a cup of tea.

My headache was starting to go away at last.

I stood to walk over to the little rocking chair in the corner of the cottage. As I passed the bathing room I caught my reflection through the corner of my eye.

My cheeks were sunken in and I looked sweaty and pale.

I grew embarrassed realizing that half the island saw me in this condition, not to mention in my torn, beaten-up clothes.

I hobbled into the bathing room, mentally thanking the architect for making the tub extra large.

I filled it up with hot water and carefully stripped away my clothes. I let out a big huff of air as I pulled off my corset, laughing at the conditions of my bottoms. Shredded to pieces.

I shuddered as my body entered the warm water as I struggled to sit down in the tub.

The water crept up to my neck and I was able to stretch out my legs.

Simply orgasmic.

I pulled the pins out of my hair and dunked my head under the water. My scalp sighed with relief after finally being washed with agave gel and fresh water.

It was eerily silent but I wasn't complaining as I scrubbed the rest of my body down with soap, finally smelling like something other than salt water.

I finished scrubbing the rest of my body as well as my face and reached for the towel sitting aside from my bath.

I dried myself thoroughly and drained the bath.

In the quietness, I couldn't help but be consumed by my thoughts.

Where was Keir?

Is he supposed to be here with me? Or did they give him a separate cottage?

If so why hasn't he told me this?

It seems like he doesn't care that much. Either that or he's also going through something right now.

That would explain it right? I know when I was stuck in that castle I didn't want to do anything or talk to anyone. I felt empty.

Is that how he feels?

I doubt that since I found him in the midst of everyone. Laughing, eating and drinking. 

He drank way too much, and only when he was mad at me. 

It made me angry. Or jealous? I don't know but I didn't like it.

Maybe I was just used to having him to myself.

I was so closed off, I am closed off. Maybe I need to open myself up more.

Before I could dig father into everything, I heard the rocking of the door at the front of the cottage.

I panicked and wrapped the towel around myself, grabbing the most weapon-like object I could find. Which happened to be the hard soap bar.

Damn that man for taking away my knife.

"Calllee" Keir called.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Keir?" I asked questioningly "Why are you here so late?"