She left the door ajar as she padded across the cold tiles, pointedly avoiding the mirror. She didn't want to ruin the excitement and the heat of his eyes on her as she leaned over to turn on the water. She looked back at him then with the same simper, stepping behind the curtain. She hissed as the spray hit her grimy, sore skin, and looked down, hands sliding over the pretty bruises with a wistful smile. She was his. All his.