Good Girl

Chapter 5

Before I could even begin to question what the heck he meant by "fix me up", Sangwoo carried me out of the darkness of the basement, and right through the door, back into the hallway where this all began. The humming LED overhead lights to fill the hallway with a stillness, and I need to squint just to be able to see my surroundings. He finally put me down in an ivory bathtub, that was much too large for me. I swear, I must have looked like a toddler in it.

"First thing that needs to go is your awful smell." He smirked, grabbing the detachable shower head.

Honestly, I didn't think I smelled too bad for having been kidnapped and locked in a basement naked and well, violated, but once I figured out what was happening, my entire aching body screamed for the cleansing water, the water that might be able to wash away all that had happened to me.

Of course, I should know better than to expect a nice, warm, silky rain of steamy water. Immediately after he grabs the showerhead. My face is smacked by a hail of freezing cold bullets so strong that it almost knocks me back. Instinctively, I try to block them with my hands, but the stinging streams sting my forearms with the intensity of Sangwoo's hand.

"I know the water pressure is strong." He sighed, and aimed the shower head at my bruised calves.

Howling in pain, my arms rush to protect them. Sangwoo however, has clearly planned this, and nonchalantly grabs my wrists with the hand not holding the shower head.

"I'm trying to clean you, and this is the thanks I get?" He guilt tripped, his nails digging into me, making me flinch as I struggle to fight his grasp. "Do you want to go back in the basement?"

"No!" I gasp, and relax my tightening wrists. I can't escape if I'm hurt anymore than I already am. Speaking of escape, I already have 2 plans in action.

First up, I know that at some point, the police are going to come to Sangwoo's house. They know thats the last place I was going, seeing as I got the address from them. And when they do come, Sangwoo is going to have to put me somewhere other than the basement, Sunge-bea will make sure the police check there. My plan from there is to resist as much as I can, and to make a crap ton of noise, and then whoever came to investigate what house will find me and this hell will be over.

On the other hand, I can't just expect that Sangwoo's plan will be weak enough to allow mine to happen, so I have a backup. If my first plan fails, or somehow the police have already come and I was just in too much of a state of shock to know, then I have to make him trust me. As much as that plan pains me, I have to contact the police somehow. And if I can get Sangwoo to trust me enough to leave me alone in a room, then I can find some way of letting the police know I'm here. Preferably, I'd use a phone or a computer, but if it comes to it, I'll write a note on whatever I can find and toss it out a window, in the hope that someone walking by will pick it up before Sangwoo can. It's not much of a plan, but its all I have.

"Good girl." He grinned, and pointed the water at the cloud that was my hair. Once it was sufficiently soaked, he grabbed a bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, and squirted a mound of it on the top of my head. "Wash." He commanded.

I quickly complied, massaging the product from my roots to the ends, working out some of the smaller knots along the way. "Is that alright?" I wonder, remembering what happened when I was silent for too long.

"Fine." He commented, and hosed the rest of me down, leaving me shivering and red from the high pressure. Once he was done, he glanced to the door of the bathroom that was standing adjar, back at me, and back at the door. After some hesitation and mental math, probably to see if I could escape the bathtub, he shut his eyes, sighed, and screamed "BUM!"