A bucket, sponge, and towel

He slides a bucket, sponge, and a towel into the room, followed by a bag. "Here, so you can get cleaned up. I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with me cleaning you up while passed out. In the bag, you'll find some clothes my ex-wife left behind. Eat up, clean up, and get dressed up. I'll check back in a bit."

The door closes, and once again, Marie hears the telltale sound of a lock. Still, she jiggles the door after he leaves. Yep, locked. Why would he lock her in? Marie looks at the food and then at the bucket. The water is steaming and, with her hangover, she doesn't have much of an appetite, so she decides to clean up first. She pulls the bucket, sponge, and towel into the center of the room, where there's a drain in the floor. "That's super weird," she thinks.

The reality of the situation hits Marie as she sponges off the dirt and dried cum. She starts to sob while trying to remember how she arrived at Mr. Marcon's house and who might have violated her. It couldn't have been Mr. Marcon, could it? He was a little creepy. His gaze would occasionally linger a little bit too long on students regardless of gender. However, the students thought of him more like an overly affectionate Uncle crossed with Mister Rogers. Plus, the rumors were that his wife left him because he was secretly gay. No, Marie decided, it couldn't have been the principal.

After scrubbing her feet as clean as she could, she toweled off. It feels good to be cleaner, but she's a wreck emotionally. "It'll be nice to get into some clothes," she tells herself and opens the bag.