Kat dropped to the floor, her shoulders aching.  The despair she felt was turning into resignation and a mulling hatred for this man who dared to cast her into slavery all because of something her family did.  She did not do it.  She had no part in it!  If she had known....<br/><br/>Still, she ate without comment, never once glancing up.  It tasted good, but the water was what she really wanted.  It vanished in a few swallows, but she bit her tongue before asking for more.  He was already tugging her away from it, into the bathroom.  She followed, as if moving through murk or water, complacent, but far away.<br/><br/>His command went unanswered for a moment until she snapped into movement, beginning with his shirt and working down to his pants.  Each garment was folded and set aside, leaving him bare.  Her eyes stayed away from his flesh, as if she didn't want to see someone she'd trusted nude, even if he'd seen her.  She busied herself with filling the tub, the water hot, but not scalding, and gestured for him to enter it once it was on its way to filling.<br/><br/>