[He must be dreaming. The heat of the bathroom envelops him so completely, heavy steam filling his lungs, dampening his skin, making Kurt feel dazed and unfocused, but simultaneously safe. Cradled, like he’s suspended in water, floating but not. There’s a bath already drawn for him. Corrigan’s touch is very gentle.
It must be a dream, because this isn’t what pimps do. This isn’t how people who buy human beings as pets treat their property. So either this isn’t real, or Corrigan really is different. The exception. Kurt allows himself to dream for a while longer.] Th-Thank you, sir.
[Shedding the blanket and suit jacket, Kurt sinks into the tub with a pitiful shiver, a thin sigh of blissful relief. It’s the best bath he’s ever fucking taken. The whole time he sits there, slowly washing every inch of his body—still not wholly convinced he’s awake—he shoots little glances at the door. A bath, a hot meal, a gentle doting touch… is all of this really part of Kurt’s reality now? No tricks? No manipulation? No last-minute catch..?]
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It must be a dream, because this isn’t what pimps do. This isn’t how people who buy human beings as pets treat their property. So either this isn’t real, or Corrigan really is different. The exception. Kurt allows himself to dream for a while longer.] Th-Thank you, sir.
[Shedding the blanket and suit jacket, Kurt sinks into the tub with a pitiful shiver, a thin sigh of blissful relief. It’s the best bath he’s ever fucking taken. The whole time he sits there, slowly washing every inch of his body—still not wholly convinced he’s awake—he shoots little glances at the door. A bath, a hot meal, a gentle doting touch… is all of this really part of Kurt’s reality now? No tricks? No manipulation? No last-minute catch..?]