The water was cascading over her body in the shower as Ankerita planned how she could make her move. She decided to wait until there was the most distraction, and then bring the knife out, slash and stab and try to take as many of them down as she could. She hoped the blade would be most effective, with little effort on her part. If she couldn’t fight them off, she would save the last cut for herself. They were not going to have the satisfaction of her living body. She thought she heard a vehicle in the warehouse, but the sound of the water muffled it.

The door opened, and Ankerita covered herself as Praed brought in clothing for her. “Change into this, and be quick. No underwear. If we find any still on you when you come out, Yolo has volunteered to remove it. Don’t give him that pleasure.” He left a dress draped over the sink. She nearly gagged as he peered at the pile of her old clothes on the floor, the clothes concealing her dagger. Desperately she tried to divert his attention. “You can go, thank you. I won’t be long.”

He gave a suspicious glance at the discarded items. “I shall take these away.”

“I’m getting out now.” She barged the shower door open. “Give me some privacy, for goodness sake.”

Praed backed off as she pushed him away. “Sorry. I’ll wait outside.”

“Probably for the best.” She closed the door behind him and leaned on it while she dried herself. Then she investigated the item Praed had left for her.

It was a simple white one-piece, backless, split up to the waist at the sides, and to her navel in the front. It was gathered with a short cord (not long enough to hang herself, she noted, sadly). It did not take long to put on, and because of the way it lay, Ankerita knew there was no hope of hiding much. The cord provided the only modesty she was allowed. It did however allow her to hide the rondel on her left buttock, and cover it with the rear drop of the material.