Eve gets to feel normal. For a moment.

Later in the day, John was sitting at the table. Eve was nowhere nearby. An odd occurrence. He was used to feeling her tongue on his cock at nearly all times of the day.

He had given her a... break, of sorts. He thought about his plans as he sipped his coffee and chugged a gallon of water.

Eve kneeled in the bathroom. She felt more normal than she had in months. Her instructions had been very clear.

Earlier, John had told her to stay in this spot and think. She was supposed to think of her old life. She was told to think about her old class, her church, her family, and her friends. She sat there and tried to remember the supportive people who had built her up, the people who had helped her, and the daily interactions that she now cherished in her memory. He told her to remember the people who would smile and wave at her to say hello, rather than John's preferred greeting: a cunt slap, a finger snap, and a thrust into one of her holes.

Then, for the first time in ages, he gave her some clothes. He spread out some makeup on the counter, and told herself to clean herself up. He told her to feel normal. Then, when she felt normal, and beautiful, and happy - she was supposed to kneel next to the toilet and stay there, remembering the little moments from her life. He then forbid her from making any plans against him in any way, or trying to figure out how to free herself. He forbid her from trying to contact anyone other than him. Then he walked out with no more instructions at all.

Eve had been there for hours. She had showered. She had dressed herself up and put on some of the makeup he had left for her. She'd looked at herself in the mirror, and had felt cute. The clothes he had picked out for her were a lot more revealing than she would have ever worn, but it was *something.* She felt like a person. Like people would expect her to use her mouth to speak, not as a hole. It was wonderful.

Then she kneeled next to the toilet and got lost in her thoughts. She occasionally eyed the bathroom door with trepidation, but eventually the feeling faded. She let herself feel like a normal girl, and several hours passed. Evelyn realized that she wasn't even allowed to pray - John's orders prohibited trying to contact anyone. So she sat and waited. With each passing moment she grew more anxious.

The handle moved. Her eyes shot to it.

John walked in. Naked, with a full erection and a smile on his face.

Fuck.

Eve shrunk a little. Somehow, she was able to use her memories of her previous life as a kind of shield. She was able to think of this as a crazy naked man, coming to accost her - a normal, (mostly) fully clothed girl.

She pulled away into the corner of the room. She was terrified of whatever was coming next.