Sami stared up at the shower head, trying to process the days events. She had almost been captured, and had somehow made her way around to joining up with a revolutionary, one that she still barely trusted. She let out a long sigh, trying to let the hot water work its magic and soothe her concerns away. After a moment she began to wash herself, slowly running her hands up and down her body. She looked down at her own naked body and grimaced. Not only was she sporting several rather unattractive bruises, but several months of malnutrition had not been kind to her either. She was starting feel gaunt, though in reality she simply looked like a thin teenage girl. It wasn't just the appearance though. She could feel it. She sometimes felt like her skin was stretching itself over her frame, as though she were drying out.<br/><br/>She lathered her hair hair and let the conditioner set in. She let out a soft moan. It had been so long since she had done more than just rinse herself off, the soap and water felt so good. 'I can't believe how good it feels to simply take a shower.' She thought, running the soap over her body slowly, taking care to clean every corner of herself. She had heard the door lock, and knew that James had left, most likely to the hospital as he had mentioned earlier.<br/><br/>She kept running her hands over herself long after she was clean. The smooth feeling of the soap on her skin was causing her to tingle. The feeling was startlingly intense, and she was having a hard time controlling herself. 'It's just been so long.' She thought slowly bring her hands up to cup her breasts. Slowly, she began to knead them between her hands, letting soft moans escape her lips as she gently pinched her nipples. She knew she should stop, that this was hardly the appropriate time or place for something like this, but she had been so frustrated and angry and frightened, all she wanted was some kind of release.<br/><br/>She used one hand to continue working her breasts while the other slowly traced its way down, before beginning to work between her legs. She gasped as she touched herself. It had been a long time since she had had any kind of stimulation and the feeling was intense. Slowly, she slid down the wall and into a sitting position. She worked her hand quickly, alternating between rubbing and gently inserting two of her fingers into herself. She wasn't even trying to suppress her cries now, moaning in pleasure. She worked faster and faster, stroking herself quickly but gently, using her fingers to spread herself just enough to cause her to cry out. The building pressure eventually became too much and she let out a long cry of ecstasy, her whole body twitching as the hot water continued to shower down on her.