The evening after
“This might sting a bit” I barely felt it when Ryan cleaned out the cuts his short nails had left on my tits with antiseptic. My whole body was aching – my mind had gone pleasantly numb. His touch was gentle now. Ryan cleaned the cuts, put some cream on my body where the bruises would show later. I just lay on the cold bathroom floor. Eyes closed I felt him get up, heard water running. A cold wet washcloth touched my face, wiped my forehead, my cheeks. Three hours earlier After the second knock I heard footsteps. Ryan was home after all. A wave of relief washed over me. No going to the pubs to find him tonight. He opened the door, saw me, nodded and stepped aside. Without a word I entered, closed …