The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

18

I laid on the bathtub, arms folded over the edge head resting on my folded arms as the warm water soothed my tired skin.

I felt like moving a muscle would burn four thousand calories.

Angelo has drained the cold water twice and filled the tub with more hot water as I kept laying inside.

Motionless, not moving a muscle.

Because I can't.

And I do not want to.

I feel as if a train went over my body and left me in the rails to feel all the pain, physically.

"Tadpole?" I heard his voice but didn't have the energy to look up and watch as he sat on the corner edge, splashing water over my exposed shoulder.

His hand resting the place he just poured water on. Silent.

"Baby?" He asked pushing the hair out of my face.

"It's been hours, come on." He urged gently.

His voice soothed my insides but I didn't want to leave this.

I felt comfortable.

I even forgot the hunger bubbling inside me from skipping dinner.

If was five nights at a stretch I skipped dinner.

"Can you drain it again?" I asked without assessing his request of getting out.

Angelo pulled the plug, I felt the water, not cool yet but somewhat, leave my body covering me with chills.

It lasted for about two minutes before perfectly warm water engulfed my body once over again.

Angelo uses a small pitcher to pour water over my shoulders, the only exposed part of my body apart from my head.

Minutes after a knock on the door made him get up and leave only to come back a second or ten later with a plate.

The warm smell of chicken soup tickled my nose making stomach growl in anticipation of the long needed food.

Angelo reclaims his seat before massaging my head, gently and voicelessly urging me to look up at him.

"Let me feed you, baby." He said, the plate in his hand as he stirred the steaming soup.

Soundlessly, I sat up pressing my back against the bathtub, the water splashing about my body making the only sound around us.

Angelo fed me the soup with bread rolls.

There was some sweet sandwich with jam and butter with sugar sprinkles that he handed me placing a kiss on my head and leaving to put away the plate.

I nibbled on the sandwich, thinking back to last night.

What happened?

I went in to the bathroom to freshen up.

I peed and washed myself with the shower head and walked to the wash sink turning on the tap.