Chapter 31.

The water hit my body and felt like lava was washing down on me.  I stepped aside for a second and then back again and I repeated that little dance about a hundred times to give myself a pause between the self-inflicting torture of taking a shower. I saw the scratchy loofah hanging on the golden hook and just the thought of scrubbing myself down with that sent a shiver down my body. The soap was all I could handle- it was oily and smelled of roses which was perfectly soothing against my wounds. The shower took longer than usual because of how careful I was. Even stepping out proved to be a difficult task when I couldn't lift my legs because of my broken rib. Nothing had healed and I don't remember the last time I was in pain for this long. Trixy always healed me before the pain took a strain on my psyche. The shower was in a big room of its own with double doors that led out into the bathroom. Standing next to a window was a tub with golden claw feet and a golden Victorian faucet. I av