Bruises

Shower

Phil growled against her ear. She kept struggling, to no avail. The door to the elevator opened, revealing a man and his wife standing there. Phil released Alex.
"Can you catch the next one?" Phil said, pushing a button, causing the door to close.
He chuckled as Alex sat on the floor of the small elevator. She frowned at the smirk he threw her way.
"Up." He said aggressively. Alex sat motionless.
"I said, up." He spat at her. She cowered back into the corner. Phil pounded his hand hardly against the elevator door. Alex slowly brought herself to her feet. The elevator door slowly opened, the number above stating it was floor 70. Top floor.
Phil grabbed the bags and quickly exited the elevator leaving Alex to drag her feet behind.
Phil opened the door with his key, by the time Alex rounded the corner to their room.
"Go inside, take a shower, clean yourself up. You have thirty minutes."
"Okay." Clover muttered, going directly into the master bathroom. She turned the water in, to just hot enough to make her skin burn. She quickly she'd herself of her clothes and hopped in the shower. She washed her hair quickly, but ended up aimlessly standing in the shower for fifty seven minutes. The door swiftly opened to Phil pulling the shower curtains over.
"What the fuck, it's been an hour. We have to get going." He spoke quickly, flustered with what he was doing. Alex quickly grabbed the shower curtain and tried to cover herself.
"Get dressed." He hissed, quickly exiting the room.