44 Fan Service? A Lolita? And Bath Time? (2/2)

She lifts her hands us and I can't help but grin as I pull the ugly dress all the way over her head. Her cute tiny little body appears, she quickly places her hands over her chest. Her little body shaking slightly.

”Here sit down,” I tell her patting the wooden bench.

She listens to me facing the front of the mirror. I smile as grab the shower head, and turn it on waiting for it to get a little bit warmer.

”My little Witch, what are your thoughts on the man that I was with earlier?” I ask her as I raise the shower head and spray down her long hair, then I move to the rest of her body.

”Him?” She questions before she turns her head down a complicated expression on her face. I grab the bottle of shampoo with my free hand, I turn the showerhead off and squirt some of the shampoo into my hand.

Rubbing it between my hand, I start massaging it into her scalp and smiling at her. She was so cute like a little sister, she still had the eyepatch on though. I really wanted to see what was underneath of it.

”I think he is someone that we should be wary of,” she responded lifting her head to look at me through the mirror, her cute childlike features scrunched up in concern.

”Right you are my cutie, you should stay in this form all the time! We'll say that your my little sister,” I gushed as I patted her head, she jumps in surprise as I hug her.

”But we don't look... anything alike...” she trails off as she dips her head.

Smiling, I pat her head.

”Doesn't matter, I'll kill anyone that says something rude if that's what you're worried about!” I laugh, but then what I said dawned on me. I was getting more and more violent, but it didn't feel foreign.

Reaching for the small tub, I place a hand over her eyes and then pour it down over her head washing the shampoo out of her hair. It would seem that I wasn't opposed to killing people, but I still had no idea just what I'd done in my past life.

Looking upwards, I stare at the light above me, trying to remember just what I had done. But no matter how much I thought I couldn't seem to conjure up any memories.

That was a bit of a pain in the ass, sighing I look back down at my little Witch, she'd found a washcloth and has scrubbed all the dirt and blood off her body. Her little eyes were looking at me expectingly.

I felt my heart give a little squeeze, it didn't matter if I was a murder I thought to myself.

”Alright, another tub of water it is,” I laugh pouring another big tub of water over her washing away all the suds.

Her little cheeks were blushing slightly, and I felt my own cheeks turn a bit red.