Destroyed Flower

Turok pushed his sisters door open just a crack, slipping in and then closing it behind him. His nostrils flared in anger, seeing her in this sorry state. He crouched down and scooped her up into his muscular arms, feeling her tense up against him in fear.

"Its okay, its just me. Turok."

He soothed her, taking her over to the tub. Water already sloshed around in it with flower petals. A bath most likely drawn by her own mother in hopes of pacifying the girl after raping her so vulgarly.

"Easy.."

He lowered her into the wooden tub and then pulled the shredded material off of her body, tossing it aside wetly. Turok sat beside the tub and began to sponge her off before trading the sponge for a comb. He took his time wetting her hair and beginning to gently run the carved tusk conb through her dark hair.