Elena
My skin was pink and raw by the time I finished bathing.
The water in the bath was practically bubbling when I finally submerged myself, and in the first seconds it felt like my skin might peel off. I wondered if it would reveal a new shinier version of me underneath. I welcome the transformation.
The washcloth was bunched in my fingers as I scrubbed it across my skin, absent-mindedly scratching myself from time to time. I hardly felt a thing, my body numb to present pain as I relived the trauma of my past.
When Killian put his hand on me, it brought with a rush the memory of another time where he was touching my neck. He had wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed until my light went out. It felt like the shape of his hands was tattooed onto on my neck, marked forever
