Isabella dumped the items she’d bought on the bed and motioned toward the bathroom.
“Go wash your face.”
I obeyed.
The bathroom had a full-length bath, though I doubted anyone had ever used it for that purpose.
The single frosted window above it looked big enough for me to fit through if I was flexible enough.
It fed onto the parking lot at the back of the property.
Half a dozen spaces were occupied and I estimated anywhere from eight to fifteen occupants inhabited the other rooms.
I splashed cold water on my face and lathered up the soap until it was thick with bubbles.
I rubbed thoroughly at my face and hissed when I came to my chin where the damage was worse than I had first thought.
Spots of blood dotted my shirt.
I took it off and used the soap to scrub at it.
It was hard to tell how good of a job I’d done in the dim light.
I hung it up to dry on the small radiator and stepped back into the main room.
Isabella stood at the opposite end with her arms wrapped around herself, gazing out the window like it was the surface of a distant planet.
She looked so small and fragile.
I approached and wrapped my arms around her.
She leaned into me and gently rocked side to side.
Neither of us said a word as we fell into the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.
Then she turned around and, going up on her tiptoes, kissed me lightly on the lips.
She pushed me back slowly until my legs met the bed.
I took a seat as she took one of the cheap pillows off the bed and dumped it on the floor.
She got to her knees and reached for the packages she’d opened earlier.
She caught me gazing at her while she was between my legs and must have seen the hunger in my eyes.
“Don’t be getting any ideas,” she said. “We’re on the run, remember?”
I grinned and flinched when she added some sort of brown liquid to the cuts on my chin.
“Is this supposed to hurt?” I said.
“That’s how you know it’s working,” she said, focusing intently on the task at hand. “Stop being such a baby.”
I pursed my lips.
“And don’t move,” she said.
Maybe I couldn’t move my head but I could move something else…
I brought my legs together so I pinned her hips between my knees.
She paused in giving me the medicine and a half-smile curled her lips.
It was only then I recalled the scene in her room right before I’d entered.
With her panties balanced on her ankles and him crouched over her as he prepared to claim her…
She couldn’t have felt good about that.
And now here I was, trapping her between my knees.
I relaxed so she had free movement.
I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?” she said.
“Nothing,” I said, not wanting to bring the subject up in case it made her upset.
“There,” she said, adding the final few dobs of medicine to my chin. “All done. I’ll let it dry and put plasters on it.”
“I don’t need plasters,” I moaned.
“With how quickly you heal, you’ll only need to wear them until morning. And look! They’re Spongebob Squarepants-themed!”
I had no idea what that was or why she was so excited about it but I was pleased she was happy about it.
She still hadn’t gotten up from her position between my legs yet.
“What happens now?” I said.
“Now… we relax.”
She peered up at me with those big beautiful eyes of hers.
My God, she’s gorgeous.
She deserved a lot better than what she’d had to face over the past few days.
A whole lot better.
Surely things couldn’t get any worse for her?
Surely things had to improve?
She placed her hands on my thighs.
I gulped.
“What… uh… How do you suggest we relax?”
Please tell me we’ll actually finish a moment of intimacy.
“I had an idea…” she said.
“Yeah?” I said, my throat dry. “What’s that?”
“A way for us to relax… and for you to remember something from your past. A kind of… spiritual journey.”
I like the sound of this.
“Like what?”
She leaned in close, her breasts grazing my hardening cock.
“Hypnosis!”
Huh?
“I read about it in a book on amnesia the hospital psychotherapist gave me.”
She vacated her spot on the floor and dug around in her bag for the book.
Fizzled again…
She skipped through half a dozen dog-eared pages until she came to what she was looking for.
I had no idea she’d put so much effort into researching amnesia to help me.
“It says sometimes hypnosis can help the patient enter a deep meditative state and they can remember things they wouldn’t have otherwise recalled.”
It sounded woo-woo to me.
“I don’t know…”
“We’ve tried a bunch of the easier, superficial stuff. Now we have to go a bit deeper.”
Deeper…
That was exactly what I’d been hoping to do…
I shook myself of those thoughts.
“Have you, uh, ever hypnotized someone before?”
“No. But my friend did it at a house party once. It didn’t work on me but some people can be very susceptible.”
“You might scramble my brains or turn me into a chicken.”
“Baby, I can do that anytime.”
She placed her hand on my crotch, which immediately leaped into action.
She slipped her tongue in my mouth and had a good root around.
I was obviously wrong about her reaction to her earlier experience.
She was tougher than I thought.
She wrapped her hand around my girth and began jerking me off through my pants.
“Do this for me and I’ll do something for you…” she said.
I gulped and nodded adamantly.
“Good boy,” she said, gently patting my throbbing member. “Later.”
She turned to the appropriate page in the book and mumbled through the instructions.
“Lay back and get comfortable.”
“I was comfortable…”
She paid me no attention and waited while I lay on the bed.
It was surprisingly soft, though not as soft as Isabella would have been.
“I want you to listen to my voice,” she said.
This wasn’t going to work, I thought. I wasn’t going to be hypnotized.
But if it kept
