Fucked To Hell, Then Heaven
The sound of the running water soothes my poor battered mind and soul, as slowly I remove the layers of dirtied and torn clothing that cover my body. The sweet, sharp relaxing scent of lavender hits my nostrils as I watch my husband pour in a large measure of my favourite bubble bath, swirling it into the water, making it foam profusely.
“Your bath ’s ready now sweetheart. ” my husband calls over his shoulder, “I ’ve added some bubbles for you. ” His voice is soft and soothing, as warm as the steam rising from the bath and as reassuring as the smell of lavender steam and bubbles.
