The Bath

Sir Duggar was uncomfortably close to me. He hadn’t hesitated to hurt me to prove his point and I could only imagine the kind of “fun” he had in mind. Knowing that I couldn’t scream  meant it was probably very dark and painful.

If I didn’t have to worry about getting out of this camp my options would have been plentiful. I could steal his dagger and slice his throat, or stab him in the heart. I could wait for him to drop his pant and then I could take off and run as fast as I could. I could try and choke him, pop his eyeballs out, or collapse his windpipe, but then his men would come and do even worse to me. I still couldn’t help but think this world would be better off without a man like Sir Duggar.

As if my body knew the desperate situation I was in, my stomach let out a loud grumble. At this point I was starving and I was slightly amazed it has stayed quiet for so long. Sir Duggar glanced down at my midsection and I noticed his eyes tail a little lower before returning to my face.

“We shall dine, and then we shall play. But I cannot have someone in your condition at my table. You must bathe first.”

A bath actually sounded amazing. I was covered in dirt from being tackled, I smelled like a horse mixed with sweat, and I’m sure my hair was a mess. I nodded slowly to him. I had a hard time believing that a man so creepy would just give up and let me wash and eat.

To my surprise, Sir Duggar stepped outside the tent and talked quietly to someone there. I couldn’t hear what was said and he returned a moment later.

“I have asked my men to prepare you a bath. They will bring you soap, a comb and a new dress to wear. After you are clean, we will have our supper and then you will thank me for my hospitality.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. I almost lost my appetite at his suggestion.

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It wasn’t long before a washtub full of hot water was steaming in the middle of the tent. The promised items were placed neatly on the bed for me. I couldn’t help but notice that the men did their tasks as fast as possible and then scurried away. I guess I wasn’t the only one that didn’t care for Sir Duggar.

With everything for my bath set up, I motioned to the door hoping Sir Duggar would understand what I was indicating. Instead of leaving as he should have, he walked back to the table, grabbed his drink and sat down in the chair facing the wash tub.

“Go on girl, strip and wash…” He paused a moment, “slowly.”

The glint in his eye was unmistakable. He intended to stay and watch me. This man was offically the sickest pervert I had ever met.

My hesitation to move must have irritated him because he leaned forward and snarled, “You can either take your clothes off, or I will cut them off of you. Your choice.”

This was the second time he had given me a choice that wasn’t really a choice. First I had the choice to be his plaything or his men’s and now I could either strip willingly or have them forced off. What kind of choices were those? The only real choice I had was to stall and hope that some miracle would happen. Supposedly, this was a fairytale right? So where is my White Knight?

I decided to just stand there was an unamused expression. I thought it was unlikely, but maybe I could out-stubborn him.  

“Take your clothes off girl.” The snarl had turned into more of a growl now.

I stood my ground.

“You fight me and I swear I will throw you out of this tent naked.” Sir Duggar shot out of his chair and grabbed bother my arms before wrestling them into one grip. He took out his dagger back out and spun me around. Without so much as a hesitation, he sliced the laces of my corset skimming my skin as he did so. He turned me back around and grabbed the front of the corset and my shirt, ripping them from my body. I moved my arms to cover myself and grabbed my pants pulling them down.

I have never felt so defenseless in my life. He was standing way to close to my mostly naked body and I was terrified that he was going to force himself on me at this moment. My reflexes kicked in and I pushed him away from me.

Sir Duggar gave me a soft, reassuring smile that did anything but reassure me. “Are you going to finish with your boots and pants, or do you need more assistance?”

I couldn’t help the trembling I was now experiencing. Everything felt like it was in slow motion and I could barely control my hands to undo my laces. Sir Duggar had returned to his chair and was eagerly watching me.

As soon as my clothes were off, I dashed to the tub and submerged myself as far as I could. I turned my back to him to try and give myself the illusion of privacy but he wasn’t having it. In the next moment he grabbed my neck tightly and whispered in my ear, “Now lass, do not ruin the show for me. Turn around and let me watch you wash. Or I could join you?”

I shook my head “no” as best I could in his grasp and moved my body to indicate I would turn around. He released me and tossed the soap into the tub. I grabbed it and started washing as “un-sexily” as I could.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I made a deal to meet my soulmate thinking it was a joke and now I was living out some creep’s wet fantasy. One thing was for sure, this was not my guy. I looked over at him and he was already fidgeting and pulling at his pants. I reached for the towel hoping to cover my body as I got out, but Sir Duggar told me to stop. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes despite myself.

“Wait! I want you to stand up, no towel. Let me see the water run down your body.”

I closed my eyes and did as he said. I couldn’t look at him as he eye fucked me. I felt the breeze kiss my skin and cursed by body for reacting.  

“Go sit in the chair with your back to me and brush your hair,” I opened my eyes to see he held up a finger, “No towel.”

I was trembling, naked and wet, but I did as I was told. I slid the comb through my hair as slowly and deliberately as possible. I was desperate to prolong any time where he wasn’t touching me. More tears fell as I realized he was mumbling to himself.

So pretty… Oh my lovely… That is a good lass…

I could hear his breathing picking up speed and my heart started racing. I needed to make a move, do something before he acted on his urges. I dramatically threw down the brush, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself. Sir Duggar hadn’t moved from his chair. He was sitting there, eyes roaming all over my body, and panting.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Put the dress on. We were going to have a civilized dinner.”