Seth pov:

I asked her what she wanted and she said bread. She looked like she really thought about it too. I looked through the cabinets and found lots of beans and tomatoes. I told her that she will have chili. I will still make her bread though.

She is standing there. "Do you want to take a shower in the meantime?" She looks at me and slightly nods. "Alright, follow me." I led her down a hallway to a room. "Here's a bathroom, just slam the door when you're done." She looks at me confused but walks into the room.

I dice the tomatoes and put them in the pot with all the other things that make chili. At this point cooking is just muscle memory. After putting the chili on the stove to cook, I start the bread. I've heard throughout the years that cornbread goes with chili. I get the ingredients and put them on the counter. I get a bowl and put everything into it. This is getting boring. I don't like cooking or have patience. It's funny actually, I could sit in silence that would drive anyone crazy and stare at ungodly creatures for years but not cook. I snap my fingers and the food is done.

A door slammed down the hallway. I get up and walk to it.

Ophelia's pov:

I look around the room, it looks like a normal bathroom besides the cave part. Well actually it looks cooler than a normal bathroom. There is a giant bowl. I look at the counters. I only know what those are because of restaurants. I look at the mirror. I always wondered how they worked. Is this what a house bathroom looks like? I wish I knew what to do. What should I do? I walk over to the giant white bowl and look at it. I get in it and stand there. Now what?

I stand there waiting for something to happen but nothing happens. Is it broken? Did I break it? I hope I didn’t break it, I don’t want to get in trouble. I would rather die than get any punishment. But I also want to know that the bowl does. I’ll ask the man. If I get in trouble I can just ask him to kill me. Or maybe I can pleasure him like all the other men. Then maybe he won’t hurt me, but that doesn’t always work.

I walk over to the door and slam it. Now I stand and wait. I hear footsteps and start getting nervous. Hopefully I thought this through the right way. I see him, he walks over to me. My stupid fear won’t leave me alone. How am I supposed to talk if I can’t? I muster all the little bravery I have as if I’m on the streets right now. “H-How Do-es t-the g-giant bowl w-w-w-work?” I point to it. “How do you not know how a tub works???” I look at him and then the tub. That’s a weird name. He walks over to it and turns something. There is now water filling the giant bowl and it makes the waterfall noise. I walk over to it. It’s a mini waterfall coming out of bent metal to a giant bowl. “How does the water get out?” I ask and look up at him. “The drain” he says and points at a hole that under the metal thing for the water. “Then where does the water go?” I look at the hole. “It goes underground.” Am I standing on water? That would be cool. I look back at the water and it is taller than before. The water hits me. It’s like rain. Is this ‘tub’ a bowl for a rainy waterfall? I put a foot in it and it’s nice so I put the other foot in it. I turn back around and see him facing me. “You don’t wear your clothes when you take a bath.” “Oh.” He walks out and closes the door. I look at the tub. The water keeps rising. How do I stop the water? I look at the metal thing and turn it the most I can. The water turns off. Now it’s quiet.

I take off the clothes I’ve worn for so long. I think the pants were white when I forever borrowed them from the store. Now they are torn, bloody, dirty and holy. I put them on the floor and took off my shirt. The shirt I found on the ground years ago. Half of it is missing, along with the sleeves. I don’t know which time they tore my shirt, or maybe it was every time and the shirt got worse each time. I put the shirt on top of the pants, both have served me so well. I walk over to the mirror and look at my skin. It looks different from everyone elses and they called me pretty so I kept putting dirt, mud and everything else so I wouldn't be pretty to any other men. I look at my face. I haven’t seen my face in so long. So this is what I look like? I have these dots on my face. Many of them. My skin is two different colors and I don't know why. Half of my face is lighter than the other half and it swirls together. And my eyes are a different brown. It's a mix of my skin colors mixed with orange. And my hair has white in it.

I walk back over to the tub and stand in it again. Then I decide to sit in it because that’s what other people say they do when they are in a tub. I watch the dirt and everything come off me. Will the dirt on my clothes do the same? I reach over and grab the clothes. I drop them in the tub and start shaking them in the water. It doesn’t do much but some dirt comes off. I ring them out and hang them on the side of the tub.

After a while I decided to get out of the tub. I don’t want to get out but I don’t know how long it’s been. I stand up and the air is cold. I move the thing that's covering the hole in the tub and watch water slowly go down it. I rub the water off myself and shake it off like I do from rain. I squeeze the water from my hair as much as I can. My hair takes forever to dry because it’s so curly. I pick up my pants and look at them. There are holes. It’s going to be hard to put them on.

I finally get my pants on and I put on my shirt. I walk back over to the mirror and look at it. I don’t look as dirty. I don’t know if I should be happy or not. I see more of those brown dots. And some red bumps but not a crazy amount. There are a lot of brown dots though. I look at the little heart on my thigh. It’s crazy how the skin can do that.

I turn and go to the door. I walk past it and see the hallway, it goes to the right and to the left. I would walk to the kitchen but I don’t know the way so I slam the door again. After a second I hear footsteps coming.