Chapter 22 Curiosity And The Cat [Titania]

• I don't know how long I've been in the shower. It doesn't feel like days, but still, it feels long enough. Underneath the water trickling down, I keep my head low, letting the water stream down to the very root while I try scrub my skin off Kristoff's touch and smell. It's been hours and nothing seems to be working. I feel his touch on my skin, stronger than ever. For the first time, I don't understand my body. I don't understand why it is drawn to the villian's touch. Because Kristoff is the enemy, and I hate to admit that I feel safe in his arms. Somehow, I've only grown to trust him a little too much than I should.
• I should run away. Evade his tactics. But in this chessboard of survival, I feel like his queen. All my life I've never felt that way.
• I don't belong to anyone. I don't crave human touch. I don't like being oppressed or forced to do stuff against my own will. I enjoy my own company, and once in a while, when the need arise to sleep with someone, I always ensure it's a jerk. Someone with a bad character but amazing bed skills. It always works, and in the morning, I'm the one who leaves first. Besides, I've only dated two men in my life, and the relationship never lasted more than a few weeks. I had nothing to lose when I had a vibrator, that worked me up better than they did.