Aurora's POV
I didn't have the strength to fight him anymore. My body felt heavy, and my mind was a mess of guilt and exhaustion. I let the robe slip from my shoulders, not even caring that I was naked before him, and stepped into the steaming water.
The heat was sharp, almost painful at first, but then it began to seep into my aching muscles. I sank until the bubbles reached my chin, staring at the white tiles.
Raymond sat on a small stool by the edge of the tub. He didn't say a word. He reached for a sponge and began to lather it with expensive, floral-scented soap. I flinched when he first touched my shoulder, but his movements were surprisingly light. He began to wash me, his gloved hands moving in slow, rhythmic circles over my skin.
