AN: Thought of this one while I was taking a shower. I got this new shampoo that smells like awesome. There are no words to describe.
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She sat in the hot water, the flesh of her butt coming into contact with the etched stone blow the water, the makeshift seat. She was alone (and grateful for it) and stark naked, letting the steam rise into her nostrils.
Purifying.
But not for her. Yes, it soothed the aches and pains, unlocked the tight muscles and washed away some dirt, but didn't go much deeper. She needed acid to wash away her lingering pains. The ones that dwelled deep inside of her, like stones being thrown down a deep dark well, clattering their way down until they reached some dank and desolate pit.
The blood haunted her the most.
She'd nearly rip the knob of the faucet off when she washed her hands, scrubbing and scrubbing until she broke the skin. She would get the water as hot as she could, nearly to the point of boiling. And if that didn't work, she would dive head first into a waterfall, standing right below the heavy downpour and letting it pound away at her edges and corners, smoothing her back to the soft, svelte vixen she was. She was absolutely terrified of going without the water, there wasn't a day that passed during the last twenty odd years that she didn't miss a bath.
They would be long and hot, always scorching. She would subject herself to the torture, vainly trying to rid herself of the grime of her youth, of the blood.
The blood.
The blood.
The blood.
She jumped out of the water, a stream of it following her frame as she sprinted from the bath. Standing on the lip of the stone crater that was the bath, she looked down at the rippling water. Her reflection was fragmented, pieces parts were misaligned and the evening light was waning, casting shadows and distorting images. It was her, cruelly disfigured and mocking in her gaze.
As she stared, the beads of water trickled down her entire body, some speeding down her thighs and others travelling through the cavern between her breasts. Her ivory skin was red in places from the heat, and strands of her hair were matted to her face.
The water settled, and she saw her face once again.
Unblemished, untouched, and just a bit panicked, but otherwise gorgeous as always.
Another one in the books. Sweet, already at three, it's just downhill from here. Before you know it, this'll have like eighty and I'll be all like, AHHHHH! SUPERSTAR! If you have any ideas for me, please feel free to send them on over via review or PM, I'm always looking for excellent ideas!
PEACE :P