(Synn)<br/><br/>As he set her down on the bed, still wrapped in the fluffy white towel, she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her head still felt foggy and the room seemed to rock as if she was on a ship that was sailing out to sea. She watched him walk to the closet and open it. His voice seemed so far away, like an echo in an empty building.<br/><br/><br/>She shook her head, tossing wet black curls about and then softly settling on her shoulders like leaves falling from a tree in autumn. She rubbed her temples as the towel fell gently from her shoulders. Goosebumps washed over her silky white skin as the room was chilled. She pushed herself off the bed, leaving the towel there as she walked towards Judas and the closet, rubbing her shoulders to warm them up. She didn’t hide herself this time. He had already seen her nude and unprotected, so what was the point now?<br/><br/><br/>Her fingertips traced the fabrics of hung clothing in the closet. She brushed up against Judas as she stared at the plentiful array. She jumped and stepped to the side quickly knowing full well he did not want to be touched. She did not gaze upwards but uttered a quick apology nonetheless. Yes, she was learning her place rather quickly despite her strong determination to deviate from what rules he set forth. If she could balance her obedience with her drive to escape whatever this place truly was, perhaps she’d endure. As he said, she survived her first day in Hell.<br/><br/><br/>She pulled another modest sundress from the closet. It was a soft purple and the fabric was silky. She enjoyed the feeling on her skin as she draped it over her left arm. She smiled tenderly as she walked back over to the bed without as much as another word.<br/><br/><br/>As she swayed her voluptuous hips, she could feel his steely gaze upon her, scrutinizing every inch of her as one would look at a jeweled exhibition. She took the towel and dried her locks, rubbing her head vigorously until it was a messy heap. She glanced over at the nightstand and saw that Ms. Elsworth left a silver handled brush there for her. She smiled at the gesture.<i>Sweet.</i><br/><br/>Justine took the dress from her arm and slipped it over her small frame, smoothing out the dress as it dropped right above her knees. She picked up the brush and ran it through her damp ebony tresses as she glanced over her shoulder at Judas. She sucked in her breath at the sight of him. Her heartbeat started to race and overpowering giddiness boiled up inside of her. The kind of emotion you would feel when you saw your favorite celebrity within arm’s reach of you. It was an odd feeling to have at this juncture, but it was there nonetheless and she didn’t try to fight it, though she kept it in check.<br/><br/>She set the brush down on the nightstand once she was finished. In her anxiousness, she decided to fold the wet towel and place it on the corner of the bed. She was fidgeting. She was growing increasingly uneasy.