Chilling Escape
She stands on the cold, ceramic bathroom floor feeling the raised tiles jutting up into the arches of her feet. Topless and tanned, she stares unfocused into the distance. She can feel every stitch of the fabric of her white, cotton panties cupping her firm butt. A few delicate beads of sweat trickle slowly down her back, mirrored by a matching set shimmering down her chest.
Adena knows she should drink the glass of water sitting on the counter, but instead she is distracted by her reflection in the mirror. Her large eyes, pupils dilated hugely and rimmed by cyan blue, stare back at her in stark contrast to her thick crop of black hair.
She realizes her breathing is laboured and her cheeks prickle with an unsettling heat. The blood flushing just under her pale skin adds a splash of colour to her otherwise porcelain appearance. Adena cautiously looks around the room with her eyes only, not wanting to make any fast movements that could draw attention to herself.
She knows he’ll find her soon. She tells herself to stop breathing so loud and to calm down. It doesn’t help. The breath echoes throughout her head and she feels her heart beat faster while a drop of sweat, heated by its descent on her sizzling skin, slides down her breast and rolls off her erect nipple onto the floor.
Adena jerks herself back, certain that the crashing sound of that drop on the hard, cold, tile floor will alert him to her location. Her knees feel weak. She’s not sure if they are buckling under her or if she’s imagining it. She grabs the counter to balance herself and catches sight of the wild look in her eyes in the mirror.
She’s not sure how long she’s been trying to escape, but judging by how tired and weak she feels, she guesses it’s been days. How did she end up here? She’s having trouble remembering recent events, but she’s pretty sure she talked to her mother and that there was a heated argument.
Her feet are itching to move to another spot so they can soak up the coolness from the floor. The current tiles feels almost burning hot now.
“Jesus!” she whispers as she hops back.
Instantly she’s rewarded with a soothing, icy surface. Why is she so damn hot? She looks in the mirror for a response, but the naked lady staring back at her has no answers.
“Adena!” he shouts from somewhere outside the door. She feels the vibration of his feet hitting the stairs as he climbs towards her. The room is stifling and she feels like she is drowning, but when you drown in thick air you can never reach the surface.
Definitely buckling. Her knees are slowly giving out under the weight of her slender frame and she can’t stop herself from sliding to the floor. She thinks he’s just outside the door now and she should feel panicked, but the icy cold floor welcomes her and she is grateful for the relief.
“Adena!” he puts his cargo on the counter and looks at her splayed on the floor.
“God,” he thinks, “I know it’s wrong, but I’m so turned on right now.”
He gets down on all fours, crouching over her. “Adena,” he whispers. Her half-mast eyelids slowly slide fully open and he’s shocked to see what looks like fear in her eyes. She starts to shake. He’s not sure if it’s because she’s half naked on the cold tile floor or because of him.
He moves to the side and slides his hands under her and lifts her off the floor, she protests deliriously as he carries her back to the bedroom. He can feel her slipping slightly because of the combination of the light sheen of sweat on her and her weak attempts to get away from him.
“Adena, don’t fight it!” he says, harsher than he meant to. She flinches. He lowers her down onto the bed and kneels on the floor beside it so his face is close to hers. He softens his voice and says, “Adena, you know it’s for the best.” He resists the urge to slide his hands over her glistening body and tug her crisp white panties down.
He stands quickly and goes to the bathroom to retrieve his things. Walking back into the bedroom he says in his sternest voice, “Okay, no biting, scratching or swearing at me when we do this. Just take it like a good girl.” He unscrews the cap on the bottle and pours the liquid out.
“You have a fever of a 106° and you have GOT to take this Tylenol. Seriously, you’re delirious and you have me worried! Please don’t make me call your mom. You know she’ll come over and drive you crazy.”