~*~o~*~
Victor had devoured every bite of food on his plate. "You have fabulous cooking skills," he told Olivia.
"Now could we try a few of your other skills out?" he told her with a wicked wink.
"Like I said before... you really need a shave and shower," she responded as she crinkled up her nose in distaste.
"Well, I guess I can't argue there. That horny, psychotic woman refused to let me bathe unless I pleasured her... so I probably do need a good shower."
"I will go get you a bar of soap and a towel," Olivia offered.
"Wait!" Victor cried out. "I - uhhhh... have a few wounds that horrible bitch gave me. I haven't been able to properly tend to them. Do you think you could help me?" he asked her.
"Wounds?" Olivia echoed. "Where?"
"Come in the bathroom and I'll show you," he said with a little smirk.
"Are you just trying to get me into bed?" Olivia asked him warily.
"Maybe," he replied, then quickly he covered up his lustful intentions. "No, I really need your help. That evil, freakish woman hurt me."
"Alright, I will help you, Victor. But keep your hands to yourself. I am only trying to help you out because you've been hurt," Olivia stated.
"I will be a good boy," Victor told her with a devilish smirk.