An Unseen Predator

“Madam Smith, you need to let us wash you. Mr. Smith said, you had not taken your bath in two weeks and you stink.” her eyes widened in embarrassment, was that what he said? That bastard…

“I don't stink, I only smell like drugs.” She defended herself, she held the top of her dress together, they had tried to force her to take the dress off, but because she was struggling too much they left her alone and tried to convince her with words. She clutched the dress even closer to her chest, preventing Petra, Sheryl, or anyone else from touching her.

“Come on, you have to wash up.” Petra said with a small frown on her forehead, her worry increasing as the time passes.

“I can do that myself.” She insisted.

“No, you can't.” Petra yelled again, now very frustrated by her attitude, there was literally nothing to be embarrassed about, because they were all women. “Mr. Smith carefully gave us order to make you clean.”

Petra moved closer to her again and as she reached for Crystal again,