When I wake up it is bright again with light streaming in through the window in the room. After my second night in this bed and this house, I am a little more comfortable with my surroundings. At least my mind is getting a little clearer and I know where I am when I wake, wherever here is. That is a question I still need to figure out.
I think about trying to get up myself and make my way to the bathroom. I move my legs towards the edge of the bed and they still ache terribly so I decide wisely to get Kiera's help getting up. I try calling out for her, but the house is as quiet as a coffin as my voice falls dead in the air. I wait a few moments and try again but there is no answer. Maybe Kiera fell sound asleep late last night or maybe she is outside. So I lie there and wait. After a period of time I hear a door open and close elsewhere in the house. I call out "Kiera, is that you?" "Yes, I will be right in." Kiera hurriedly comes down the hallway and enters the bedroom. She is wearing pair of jogging shorts and a grey t-shirt that is wet with perspiration. Her forehead has beads of sweat still dripping down and off her brow. "I'm sorry I wasn't here. You were sleeping so soundly so I went out for a morning jog around the lake." I tell her "You do not need to apologize, you are helping me out so much already."
She looks at me and exclaims "You probably need to be helped out of bed to the bathroom" and I nod back in approval. She comes around to the side of the bed and pulls back the sheets and helps guide my legs over the edge of the bed till they are hanging off the side of the bed. My legs feel so rubbery, the swelling in my legs has gone down and so the bruises on my legs are more defined now. She puts me through the same steps she used the day before and puts her arm under my arm and says "Let's do this together." and we stand up. The pain in my legs is intense and throbbing and my legs momentarily give and they start to buckle as we both fall backwards onto the bed and with our arms locked she rolls on her side towards me.
As she rolls right back off of me I feel the heat coming off of her and a sweet and musky odor. Being incarcerated for so long, I have not smelled anything like that in a while. The smell brings back memories of working out hard myself and the emotional high that I received from the endorphin release. It now seems like it was all a lifetime away, and a lifetime I am worried I may never get back too.
Kiera looks at me and says "Maybe we need to try that a little bit slower" She puts her arm under my arm again and we both rise up and she braces her body more this time and I lean towards her to stay up. After a minute, some feeling comes to my feet and I tell her "I am ready to try and move" I put one foot forward and we start moving and make it around the corner to the bathroom. She got me turned around to the lavatory and then puts both of her arms under my arms from the front and helps me lower down to the seat. She kneels down and works the band of my panties down over my ass and I help by leaning to the left and the right to help her get the panties down around my legs. She leaves me there and says she will be back in a few moments. I say "Thank you for the help" and she leaves the room.
When she returns she has a pile of clothes in her hand. She says she will take a quick shower and then draw me a bath. A nod in agreement and she proceeds to describe the area around the lake where she runs, as she strips off her sweat stained t-shirt and then a snug sports bra which releases her breasts. Her body glistens in the morning light with the large beads of sweat still sticking to her body. She leans over the tub to turn the water on and as she leans in close to me I see the muscles ripple under the surface of her skin near her abdomen. She then steps into the shower pulls the curtain back and quickly a pair of jogging shorts drop outside of the curtain and onto the ground. She continues to talk about the lake and she discusses how she is confused about how I arrived in the lake as there are no structures anywhere around the lake. I tell her that I don't fully understand how I got here either. After a few minutes, she plugs up the drain and the water starts to splash as the bathtub starts to fill. Kiera steps out of from behind the curtain and grabs a red towel from the rack where they hung near the tub. For a brief moment I caught a glimpse of her perfectly naked body from head to toe. She is toned from head to toe. There is almost no fat on her, but being trapped in this place for eight years, she must run to pass the time. She runs the towel over body once to remove most of the water and then she says "It's your turn." and she steps over to me and she helps lift me up and rotates me around to the tub and helps to sit me right back down on the edge of the tub. She then help me lift both legs up and over and into the tub that is still filling up.
She again steps behind me and bends down and grabs the bottom edge of the t-shirt and pulls it up over my head and off. My body looks awful in comparison, the black and blue bruises are deep and cover a good part of my body emphasizing the great pain I have been experiencing. She then helps me one last time to sit down into the water by wrapping her arms under my arms and under my breasts. Using her leverage on me she lowers me down into the warm water. Again the comfort I feel in the water bath is exhilarating, it brings me is one of the best feelings I have since arriving here. She hands me a small soft hand towel and says "I will let you clean yourself, since I don't know how tender some of those bruises are." She turns off the water. "I think I will be OK today", and she steps away.
She returns a little later with the towel still wrapped around her midsection. Behind me she puts on some of the clothes that she brought in earlier.
Kiera states "That she is warming up some more of the soup we had yesterday and that she was going to reduce the heat and then she would be back." She leaves and then again returns in a few minutes. When she returns, I tell her "I am finished bathing." She helps me out of the tub, and I say "Can we try and dress me in here?" and she says "We can try." and she slides a chair from nearby with her foot towards us. She rotates it around and then uses her free hand to toss a towel open on the seat then helps me to the seat. I grab the edges of the towel and use it to dry my legs. With a second towel, she places it over my shoulder helps move it around to wipe the moisture from my arms, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. After I am dried off, she says she brought me some clean underwear she had in storage which she again slides up my legs to right over my knees. She then removes the towel off my shoulder and helps me get a clean t-shirt over my head and on.
She then helps me to the dining room table again where I can see the lake that she was jogging around. She goes into the kitchen and comes back with two bowls of soups for each of us. She goes back again to bring back a bread and drinks for both of us.
I then ask Kiera "Can you tell me what has happened to you since you arrived here?" as I am still trying to figure out what this place is and where are we. Kiera then starts a lengthy tale of her time in this place.
