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“I said I wouldn’t rape you. I never said anything about not touching you.”
“Same thing.”
“Is it?”
“I’m not going to debate the morals and ethics of you touching me. Just don’t do it.” I buck and fight against the rope holding me down. Finn only stares down at me with amusement. This is all a game to him.
I finally stop since there’s no point.
That’s when Finn presses down with his hand. Right onto my stomach. Right over my bladder.
“Oh my god!” It’s the first time I’ve ever let myself sound truly panicked around him. “Stop. God, stop!”
“If you have to pee, Aria, then do it.”
“Please,” I whimper. I hate how weak I sound.
He eases off me and looks down with curious eyes. “Please? You’re finally begging me? Don’t go soft on me now, Aria. It’s disappointing.”
He presses back down onto my bladder and I can’t control it this time. I finally let my bladder go.
The hot pee that goes down my leg is the most disgusting and embarrassing feeling I’ve ever had. I’m a little girl all over again, wetting her bed, instead of a strong young woman.
Once I’m done, Finn removes his hand. “Whoops. Sorry about that.”
“I hate you!” I scream, bucking up towards him. Of course, I can’t reach him.
“That’s the fiery Aria I know.”
“You don’t know me. You know nothing about me. You’re a monster.”
“Just because I made you pee yourself? That doesn’t make me a monster.”
“Kidnapping me sure does,” I snap.
He shrugs. “You haven’t seen the truly monstrous things I’m capable of.”
“I’ve seen you murder innocent men for sport.”
“That’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done.”
I shiver. This man is like no one I’ve ever met before. So much anger and hate within him and for what? What does he get out of doing all of this?
“What’s the worst thing?” I ask, unable to stop myself.
“You’d have to ask my brother.” He chuckles to himself. “Now, let’s get you out of those dirty clothes.”
“No.”
“No? You mean you want to stay in pee-stained clothes?”
“If it’s between this or being naked, then yes. I’ll take this.”
Slowly, he shakes his head. “No. Like you said before, you’ll stink up the place. I need to wash the sheets. Well, you’ll wash the sheets.”
“What?”
“You’ve never done a chore in your life. Think of it as another form of punishment.”