The Offering: A Dark Thriller Romance by Layla Moon

Author:Layla Moon [Moon, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-01-17T18:30:00+00:00

All I could find was a foam sponge in a bowl with bars of soap on the bench, not ideal but it was all I could find to soak up my period blood without snooping more than I should. I took the little sponge and quickly gave it a rinse under the tap before stowing the thing up in my pussy. It was no tampon, but it was better than being dirty. I had just enjoyed a decent soak in the tub. His tub. I took advantage of being out of my cage.

And now standing naked in front of the mirror, drying my hair with the dryer I found in the drawer. He owned a dryer so he couldn't be bald. I took a good look at my weathered body. Despite my refreshing, cleansing soak, I truly was a walking wreck. Still, who knew a murderer would have so many hygiene products? And expensive ones at that. He was a sucker for quality. I couldn’t help but dote on him for it.

He obviously looked after himself in that aspect. Then again, he’d probably spend hours in here getting the paint off before reapplying it again. There were moisturisers, aftershaves, his cologne, cleansers, masks, and all kinds of skincare. Some of them specifically to help with scarring. My mind trailed off, my heart sank in theory. Wondering how he got the scars that he was riddled in.

He still hadn’t returned. I want you clean, pfft. Yes, boss. Gah! Get out of my head. I sighed at my reflection. My hair was so frail, but at least it was clean. And my skin was deathly pale. I needed food, stat, or my death was going to meet me before the shadow man had the chance to take me out himself. I ran my fingers over the traces of nicks and faint bruises that covered my skin from running in the forest, then the burn wound at my chest, and whatever else in between then and now.

I hated who looked back at me. Empty, void of everything that had once made me… me. I scribbled on the fogged-up mirror, for no reason other than because I felt like it. Giving me a confidence boost and words of encouragement to make it through another day in hell. ‘You’ll be ok.’ I finished the doodle with a smiley face underneath.

Without warning, a tear slipped from my eye as I grieved my old self in the mirror, all traces of her long gone. I slapped my cheek, hopefully to knock some sense back into myself. With a huff, I stopped crying and spritzed myself with his cologne. And right next to it was his toothbrush. I ought to brush my teeth, they felt gross. His masculine earthy scent now soaked into my core. It was… nice.

It didn’t take long for the intoxicating smell to make my downstairs area throb for him. Seeing as I now had no clothes, I opted for the towel, I wasn't going to spend my days in tiny prison cells naked.

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