January ran a hot bath and discovered a cabinet shelved with various colored and scented liquid and all types of fragrant hand soap; the aroma a veritable garden of Eden. Grabbing a handful of bars, he threw them in the water. He got the girl’s body out of her soiled clothes and skimpy ragged underwear. He lowered her into the water whereupon she awoke with a shock; frightened over nothing but the scalding heat, her eyes saw nothing but a blinding light that lasted less than a few seconds as she settled into being burned alive. Her eyes lolling with abstract patterns of suboptical flora; the humid scent of the melting soap filling her head like an exotic purgatory.
January’s face was the first and last she saw. She was asleep, her body in a state it had never been in before. Terrified and exhausted but lustful and alive, she was inside out; her insides corrupted and filthy. She had seen and felt things that could only have been there from the creation of time; winding backward to the original mud that to this day oozes out to mate with the first female of the original race of women, hairy starward-gazing women that had to **** dirt to make the babies that would become the human species. She felt like that first cavewoman floating on the pool of slick grease from her own naked body. January kept the water running until she was clean. He didn’t known how clean; scrubbed red by his own hands with loofah and sponges, she smelled like everything he had put into the tub. She even smelled like garbage, like there was no way to get that eternal stench out. He kept trying, raising burning welts on her skin.
“That’s enough, January. If you get her any cleaner, you’ll **** her,” said Tyger worrisomely.