I must admit that it was nice to take a shower. I felt the water ran over my body and I washed myself clean. I took the shampoo in my hair and I felt that Niall was right. Still, I was angry that I obeyed him. For my part, I could stink, because I didn't care what he thought.
The towels were very soft and I felt how they dried my body. I spun around and was just about to reach for my clothes, but they were gone. I looked around in the bathroom, but neither my underwear or clothing was there. The solution was to take the towels around my body and make sure I hid as much as I could just hide. I opened the door and peered out. Niall sat on the couch and he smiled as soon as he saw my face.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you need them?"
I was almost annoyed.
"I don't want to walk around naked in your home."
"I don't mind seeing you naked and I burned up your clothes. You don't need them."
I tiptoed out from the bathroom and looked at him coldly.
"You're fucking crazy. Give me some clothes. I don't want to be naked."
He didn't care, and looked down at my bare legs.
"Like I said, it's I who decide and not you."
I just wanted to beat him, but then I had dropped the towel from my body. I fell into a trap and now I stood there like a fool.
Niall stood up and walked over to a closet. He picked up a robe and threw it over to me.
"You can borrow this one."
I was fast and picked it up from the floor. I ran into the bathroom and closed the door. The robe was to big for me, but it concealed my body and I didn't want him to see me naked. The question was what he planned? Did he took my clothes to reduce the chance that I would escape?