I came to, vomiting on my DSI shirt. This wasn't what I'd been originally wearing. I had a fuzzy memory of being thrown the shirt along with a pair of sweats.

The towel had been removed from my face and the Rasha was pushing down on my stomach to expel the water.

Mandelbeast grimaced. "Get that disgusting smell off her."

A freezing jet of water hit my hair courtesy of the Rasha giving me a thorough soaking from head-to-toe with a hose. As a cleaning aid it barely ...