Third POV

Eleanor struggles for a while in mere disbelief of being visited by him. Hot water is brought inside a plastic bucket, she gasps. Would she bathe here?

“I'll help you have your bath,” he says to her. Alessio moves forward pouring it on the top of her head, drenching her clothes. Lust glows in his eyes as her nipples harden.

"You're cold, I think you need this." He says sarcastically. Eleanor folds her arms across her chest to prevent her breasts from being exposed through the soaked clothes. She sighs in relief as the severe cold in her body is automatically driven away, at least this humiliation has...