Mates, part 3.

YOUR MATE'S BED IS ALSO YOURS

"It was the right choice," Mary whispers to herself, trying to convince herself she did the right thing as she heads toward her room.

It's been two hours since dinner ended. Sasha's scent was very strong, bothering everyone's nose. Mary helped her take a bath properly. On the rare times that the girl cleaned herself in her old home, it was only with a damp cloth in the intimacy between her legs and armpits. Her teeth were only brushed once on the day she ran away. But Mary gave her a toothbrush just for her to use.

The second floor of the base has only two bathrooms, one is inside Mary's room and the other at the last door of the hallway. The first to shower was Margaret, Mary decided that she would take a bath with Sasha in the hallway bathroom and Occisor was last in line.

That night, it was the first time that the young woman's black hair had been washed and smelled good, untangled. Her nails were cleaned, leaving no dirt on the corners. Mary gave her