<strong>Bryce, with Adele underground.</strong><br/><br/>Bryce watched as the rats and snakes scattered and slithered all around the room, away from his fire. Some went to the walls, looking for a way out, while others ran toward the gate where Adele was standing. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she was terrified of them so he chased the rats and snakes, using the fire as a distraction to make them ignore Adele and run through the openings in the gate.<br/><br/>Once the whole room was cleared of the rodents, Bryce brought his attention to Kathleen’s body once more. He found the whole feeling of the incident to be odd, how she could be with him one minute, and dead the next. It all seemed so fast, having only taken him 5-10 minutes to catch up to her.<br/><br/>His focus then turned back to Adele as she requested his help. “Sure.” He answered simply. There was no way he was going to tell her no. The rich boy walked over to the trembling girl, and took the disinfectant from her, unscrewing the cap. “This might sting a bit.” Bryce told her, his eyes examining her body to locate all her cuts. For a brief moment, he had forgotten that she was naked, and the more he looked for scratches, the more he remember that he was alone in a room with a naked Adele.<br/><br/>Any other situation in the world and Bryce would have taken advantage of the opportunity, but he knew it wasn’t the right time for it. Despite his attitude sometimes, he was still a gentleman when it came to women. He felt that it must have been rather embarrassing for Adele to have to ask for help when she was naked, and he respected that.<br/><br/>Harper took out a few cotton balls from the first aid kit, and poured the disinfectant on them. Finally, he got to work, starting from the cuts that he saw on her face. Gently, he brushed away the hair that was sticking to her face, and pressed a cotton ball against one of Adele’s cuts, rubbing softly. His eyes were focused on her cuts, trying to avoid her gaze. When he was done, he placed a band-aid on the cut and switched the cotton ball, replacing it with another one to wipe some of the sweat and blood off of her face before he moved on to her next cut.<br/><br/>One by one Bryce cleaned up Adele’s cuts, moving from her face to her chest and stomach before reaching her legs, the smell of her urine surprisingly strong. The young man started to drag a cotton ball along the skin on her inner thighs to wipe them clean. The smell of ammonia from her urine being replaced by the smell of the alcohol in the disinfectant. He stopped, though, just short of her crotch. “Um… You can do that later, when you’re ready…” Bryce told her, still averting her gaze.<br/><br/>Bryce then stood up; knowing the next thing he needed to take care of was her rope burns on her hands and ankles. The rich boy took off his sports jackets, revealing his undershirt. He ripped off his sleeve, separating it into four different parts. He placed the disinfectant on each piece, and wrapped one around each one of her rope burns. “Just let that sit for a while.” He told her.<br/><br/>He was almost done, but hesitated in continuing. Finally, he looked toward the side before mumbling his next words. “Turn around…” Bryce knew that she had cuts on her back and needed to treat them, but didn’t know if she trusted him enough without her eyes on him. In all honesty, he didn’t know if he could trust himself.<br/>