*Jasper's POV*
After Jinx finished cleaning the cuts on my chest, she put the pocket knife back in her nightstand drawer and sat on the edge of the bed beside me.
"You must be wondering why I chose you," she began, untying my wrists.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up first then we'll talk, sound good?" She rubbed the bruised ligatures on my wrists with gentle fingers, almost careful. I winced tho as she applied a little pressure. She quickly muttered an apology and stood up, helping me sit up. Quickly, she closed the bedroom door and helped me to my feet, leading me to the master bathroom. She pointed to the bath.
"Take a shower. There's soap in there already. I'll bring you a towel and something to wear after. Don't get any ideas, the door stays open, and the shower curtain stays open."
I nodded quickly, not wanting to lose the tiny bit of freedom I was getting, being allowed to wash myself. I knew that was the most freedom I'd be getting any time soon.
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Red Tiles
RomanceWhen a forensic anthropologist finds an entomologist dead in her office, she immediately becomes the prime suspect, and her team struggles to find evidence to prove her innocence. She soon finds herself in the hands of a dangerous stalker, but who...
