A shower and an unexpected guest.

Max rested her head heavily against the broken tiles of her shower wall. Warm water cascaded down her bare back helping to wipe away some of the cobwebs that still filled her head. She let out a soft sigh, she felt exhausted, worn out and used up. The shower was helping but she still didn?t feel right.

Closing her eyes she lifted her head and let the spray of water cover her face. With her eyes closed she could almost still feel their hands on her, grabbing and pulling at her, forcing her. She swallowed back a moan, and ignored the slight tremor in her stomach.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked herself and stepped out of the shower, they had **** themselves on her and even now she was getting off on the memory of it. Shaking her head she tied the soft blue cotton towel she had stolen from Logan around her chest, her hair still dripping wet she made her way out of the bathroom and towards her bedroom only to stop dead in her tracks when she heard a sound coming from her living room.

Someone else was in her apartment.