Annika stopped crying, allowing Conrad’s rough hands to remove her clothes. She remained as still and lifeless as a doll while he bathed her. Halfway through, a troubling thought must have crossed his mind, because he slammed the towel into the tub, sending a wave of water splashing into the air before storming out of the room.
Finally, a sense of calm settled over Annika. Worried about catching a chill if she stayed in the cooling water for too long, she picked up the sopping towel and began to wash herself.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she found Conrad leaning against the window blinds, a cigarette between his fingers. The moment he saw her, he extinguished it and grabbed a hairdryer, intending to dry her hair for her.
Annika lowered her gaze. "I'll do it myself," she said softly.
She took the hairdryer from him, plugged it in, and the room filled with a low hum.
Even after her hair was completely dry, Conrad made no move to leave, remaining frozen in the same spot by the window.
She switched off the dryer, and in the sudden silence, his voice broke through. "Annika, tell me what you want me to do. Just say it."
*I want to leave you. I want to get out of here,* she desperately wanted to scream, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't have the courage.
"You don't have to do anything."


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