I am slowly lowered into a cast iron bath.

The air is scented with Jasmine.
It is beautiful.
My head feels strange.
Vague.
Has he drugged me?
It is quite apparent that no help is coming.
His hands are soft.
Not calloused.
Smooth.
Soft.
Like a woman’s hands.
Why didn’t you help me?
I begged.
He cleanses me thoroughly.
I am now pure.
I smile at him.
He smiles back.

I am slowly lifted out of the cast iron bath.