Bathtime

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story in 500 words

Submitted: March 15, 2019

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Sarah Maitland sat parked on the drive in the passenger seat of her husband’s car. Still in shock after the past events, she watched as Michael unlocked the front door to their house.

Her eyes followed him as he walked back. Smiling, he opened her door extending his hand.

It had been a long six-months since she felt the warmth of the sun upon her face. Sarah stood by the car with Michael holding her hand. A shiver ran down her spine, it may be June but she was cold.

Michael felt his wife tense up. “I’ll put the heating on for you.”

Sarah returned a weak smile. “Seems silly in June.”

Still shaking from her recent release, Sarah with Michael’s arm for support, took small steps towards her home.

Sarah had been kidnapped on her way home from work by Thomas Berkley a Trichophilia. That was the name given to him by the psychiatrist who undertook the hostage negotiations outside Berkley’s house. A fetish for redheaded women.

Berkley was new to the police, Sarah was his first victim. When the police broke into Berkley’s apartment there were bags of all Sarah’s hair!

“I’ll run you a bath!” called Michael.

Sarah disrobed her ill-fitting clothes the hospital had given her and now stood naked in front of her full-length bedroom mirror. She had been follicularly harvested, after the kidnapping, Berkley shaved her body for every inch of hair. Repeating the process when sufficient amount had grown back.

Tiny red spikes now covered Sarah’s head and pubic area, closing her eyes she waiting until she heard Michael turn off the bath tap.

“Don’t let the water go cold!” he shouted out going downstairs.

Sarah dipped her toe into the hot water, then gradually a whole leg before easing herself down. The hot water enveloped her like a comfort blanket. She tilted her head back as the tension in her body began to relax.

Berkley had escaped before the police broke-in, so had his accomplice. Although she never saw him, she could hear Berkley talking to another man.

Incarceration plays tricks on the mind. As Sarah bathed, she smelled the antiseptic soap that Berkley had used before shaving her. She tried to put it out of her mind, but the smell was not going away. Now incensed with having this smell in her bathroom, she started moving items around on the bath caddy.

Then she found it! The large block of white soap still with its red cross emblem embossed upon it. Suddenly the water no longer felt hot. She began to shake, causing the water to lap over the bath.

Michael peeped around the bathroom door. Sarah looked up, instinctively throwing her hands over her chest.

“Ah! I see you’ve found my little surprise!” Michael walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind me. Crouching down, he ran his hand over Sarah’s head, feeling her velvet stubble.

“I told Thomas I’d look after you. Now lather up, there’s a good Sarah!


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