But being left alone for the first time in a week? Yeah. Maybe Yuri could agree. He cranks the shower up as high as he can stand. Scrubbing violently at the grime. Trying to wash away the feel of being pulled, shoved, his body going where he doesn't want it.
The filth vanishes easier then the memories.
When the worst of the dirt is gone, Yuri fills the tub and slides in. Biting back the groan of relief as heat soaks into cramping muscles. He doesn't want to enjoy any of this.
He's not sure what he's supposed to do about clothes. He'd sooner burn those rags then touch them again. Whatever. That's something to worry about after he gets his hair clean.
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But being left alone for the first time in a week? Yeah. Maybe Yuri could agree. He cranks the shower up as high as he can stand. Scrubbing violently at the grime. Trying to wash away the feel of being pulled, shoved, his body going where he doesn't want it.
The filth vanishes easier then the memories.
When the worst of the dirt is gone, Yuri fills the tub and slides in. Biting back the groan of relief as heat soaks into cramping muscles. He doesn't want to enjoy any of this.
He's not sure what he's supposed to do about clothes. He'd sooner burn those rags then touch them again. Whatever. That's something to worry about after he gets his hair clean.