You finally let me out of that grungy basement and took me upstairs. Your whole house is dark and creepy, but still better than the dirty and cold basement. Even the little bit of light hurt my eyes, but no complaints from me. You don’t like complainers and I know what you would do to me. You grab my arm hard and throw me into the bathroom and tell me to clean up good. My mind started racing at the thought of being able to take a bath. I had been treated like a kept animal in a cage in the basement and covered in dirt and cum for as long as I could remember.
My mind was so fucked after the first few days of torture under your house that I couldn’t think straight. Thoughts raced through my mind as I got into the shower and felt the cold water running down my body. There was soap and it smelled so good. I rubbed it all over my tender body, flinching at each spot where you had bruised me for trying to fight back. But it still felt good. You stood and watched – your eyes looking up and down my naked body like a lion looking at prey. Your stare made my pussy throb and I couldn’t help but enjoy your sick eyes on my ass and tits.
I soaped up slowly to be sure to give you a good show. You taught me right. Once I rinsed off and turned the water off, you stepped towards me and began groping my wet naked body. Your hand always so rough and you squeezed my ass so tight I knew more bruises would come. You pushed me against the wall, climbed in, and fucked my ass up against the wall. My feeling of being clean disappeared immediately… but I guess that was your plan all along. You loved to give things just to take them away.