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Part 17 – The Beginning of Beginnings
This time, he felt as if he’d been lost in that darkness for an eternity, a void with no escape, before he suddenly sensed something else—a feeling of warmth, softness, and a strange calmness settling into every cell of his body. At first, he wasn’t quite sure where he was, but the gentle warmth enveloping him felt so pleasant, so relaxing, that his exhausted, worn-down consciousness gave in. For the first time in this torturous cycle, he allowed himself to drift for just a moment.
When he opened his eyes, a soft glow filled the bath, along with the light scent of floral oils. Bruce, still dazed by this sudden shift, realized he was submerged in water up to his shoulders. Heat seeped into his muscles, melting away the pain and exhaustion. He closed his eyes, feeling the water calm his nerves as if each ripple smoothed out layers of accumulated fatigue.
'Damn… this feels good,' he thought, feeling his muscles gradually relax. He wasn’t used to this sort of treatment; he’d usually consider it some frivolous indulgence. But after all he’d endured, his body practically sank into this pleasure. The rough-and-tumble brute who’d learned to handle pain and restraint was now letting himself savor this moment, mentally smirking: "Who the hell would’ve thought… Here I am, lounging like some chick at a spa and actually enjoying this crap. If only they'd bring me a beer… or a massage… I’m basically the goddamn queen here, for fuck's sake!”
He closed his eyes again, feeling his long hair skim the water, barely moving with the gentle ripples. Another moment, and he nearly groaned as warm currents massaged his back and neck, relieving the weight he’d carried through countless crossings. It was an unusual sensation—as soon as his body recalled pain and tension, the water would lift it away, wrapping him in a cocoon of peace. He stretched his legs, sinking his head a bit deeper into the water…
'Wish this would never end,' he thought as a soft smile crossed his lips. It even felt like this place, this quiet pool, was the only real peace he’d been granted in all this time.
But, as usual, peace was short-lived. Suddenly, through the haze of relaxation, he heard the sound of a door creaking open. Bruce lazily opened his eyes and noticed a figure standing in the doorway. It was a scrawny little pipsqueak, one of those nerds from his world, with a face full of smug self-importance and arrogance. For a moment, Bruce barely registered who it was, still floating in his calm state, a light, almost lazy smile on his lips. 'Just another jackass come to ruin my moment,' Bruce thought irritably, barely moving from his relaxed position. He tilted his head, lazily watching as the skinny geek swaggered forward with a look of superiority, as if every step he took was proof of his dominance. The guy had his hands behind his back, staring down at Bruce like he expected him to hang on every word.
An ironic half-smile crept onto Bruce’s face as if he couldn’t quite believe the nerve of this stick-thin punk daring to interrupt his rare moment of peace. 'What a pretentious little shit,' he thought. He raised an eyebrow slowly, sizing up the geek from his position of relaxed calm, making it clear his airs of grandeur weren’t impressing him one bit.