“I’m sorry I had to do that, Dante,” the woman said sincerely, “but you shouldn’t have run away like that. You could have gotten hurt, honey. Now, let’s finish getting you cleaned up and then get you dressed.” She took his blue shirt off and threw it away. Then she proceeded to wipe down his upper body. Chest, stomach, back, shoulders, neck, armpits, and all. He couldn’t offer up any resistance. Dante was beginning to feel very cold, and couldn’t help but shiver.
A bit of drool started to form on Dante’s chin as he was laid back down. Judy didn’t seem to mind. Even as he screamed inside his head, Dante knew what was coming next, and knew he didn’t have a way to stop it.
