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But I won’t be glad if I pee in them.
This is so frustrating. A woman like me – kidnapped twice. The universe is mocking me. Making fun of my plight. What did I do to deserve this?
I’m bursting by the time Finn returns. I never thought I would be relieved to hear his heavy footsteps on the ground.
“Let me go,” I demand as he walks into the room with a smirk on his face.
“Now why would I do that?” He leans against the wall and crosses his arms, looking the picture of calm, cool, collected. Bastard.
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“So?”
I pause. He can’t be serious? “If you don’t untie me, I’ll pee in this bed.”
“So?”
“So? So do you actually want me to pee in this bed? I’ll ruin the mattress. I’ll ruin my pants.”
His eyes rake over my body. “Maybe that won’t be such a bad thing. You’d have to take your pants off to clean them.”
I scrunch up my nose and fight against my rope, which, of course, is pointless. “You are disgusting. You said you wouldn’t rape me.”
“I won’t.”
“But forcing me to get naked is ok? That’s still a form of assault, you know.”
“Not in my world, it isn’t. It’s either kill, fuck, or destroy. Getting naked is nothing.”
“Just let me go.” I don’t plead. I don’t sound weak. I make sure to infuse my voice with as much strength as I can muster.
He considers my words before he shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
“I will not pee myself. You will not make a disgrace of me.”
“Then don’t pee yourself. But I imagine it will be hard to hold it after a while. You might not have a choice.”
This is a form of torture, I realize. Finn is trying to play mind games with me. Trying to test how far I’ll go. How far he’ll go.
“You’ll have to clean my clothes though. I doubt you’ll want me smelling like pee.”
“I don’t wash my clothes like a woman does.”
“Sexist much? How do you clean your clothes then?”
“I take them to the cleaners. They’re much better at getting blood stains out than I am. And I doubt you’ve ever done a chore in your entire life. You have a maid to clean your clothes.”
I scoff. That was beside the point.
“So pee, Aria.” The wicked glint in his eye makes my stomach churn. “Let’s see what will happen.”
“No.” I’m trying to stay strong but it’s getting harder and harder. My bladder can only handle so much.
He slowly approaches me like a lion approaches its prey. But I’m not in the wild. I don’t have the choice to run. I’m stuck here.
He places his hand on my stomach.
“Don’t touch me,” I hiss. “You said you wouldn’t touch me.”