It was the worst feeling. He couldn't hold it much longer. He woke up with an extreme urge to pee and no where to do it. He crossed his legs like a pretzel and took long deep breaths. However life hated him right now.
Robert ended up urinating on his already wet pants. It pooled around him. The smell getting grotesque after the first couple of minutes.
Footsteps returned and the clack of the keys. When the lights went on, Eric was there holding a new container and a small glass of juice. Robert just wanted to cry.
"Oh...don't worry. I should've brought you a bucket last night." He placed the container and juice on the floor before pulling out some keys from his pocket. He went over and from the chain from the wall. "Stand up."
Robert complied. It looks like Eric was going to chain him to the other side. This was his best advantage. He had to be quick and strong.
Robert use his body to slam Eric against the ground. He then stumbled on his knees trying to make his way to the door and to a standing position.
Eric watched unenthusiastic as Robert fiddled with the door using his chained wrists. "The door's locked," Eric said as he stood up. "And you just broke a rule."
Robert tried keeping as much distance between him and Eric but it was no use. Eric grabbed Robert by the hair and threw him onto the floor. Eric then kicked Robert in the stomach to keep him from standing. Eric kicked up his chained twisted and dragged Robert back into his own urine.
"I'm trying to take care of you and this is how you pay me." Eric locked Robert back where he was. Eric mumbled incoherent swears to himself as we went to the storage closet. He pulled out some more chains, only these were thinner and shorter. "Get on your knees and put your face on the ground."
Robert hesitated. He was sitting in urine. He didn't want to put his face on the ground. "Please, I'm sorry." Eric then slapped the chains against the wall above Robert's head.
"Get on your knees and put your face to the floor. If you don't the next strike will be on your face," Eric said nonchalantly. He didn't sound angry or aggressive, in fact there was a slight hint of joy. Like he's trying to keep a giggle from escaping.
Robert complied. He pressed his forehead against the floor. As soon as he did, he felt a sharp cold pain against his back. Then it happened again. Again. Again. It went on so long, Robert couldn't even hear his own voice as it screamed for mercy.
Strike. Strike. Strike. Strike. Strike. Every time the chains were lifted up, they sprayed drops of blood around the room.
Then it finally stopped. Robert was crumpled of the floor, pleading for his life. "It's your first mistake, so I went easy on you." Eric bent down and petted Robert's head. "I'll be back later with some first aid."
Robert couldn't move. He was laying in a mix of his own urine and blood. His back was in searing pain, making it impossible to move. This was going easy. This was the lightest punishment. He though to the hair clump he found. What did she suffer before he killed her? How long was she here?
No one found her. No one found any of the blood splatters on the wall. At least, not alive. If they did, he wouldn't be the there. He didn't keep any hope that anyone was going to find him. If he didn't fight his way out, he'll die. If he's too defiant, he'll die.
He needed to escape from those chains. If he could get them off for a moment while Eric wasn't around, he could make it. He could. Robert's eyes felt heavy. Was he losing consciousness? The blood loss. No, he had to fight it. He refused to go under.
"No!" He shouted in attempt to fight his body. "No,no!" He didn't want to know what would happen if Eric returned while he was asleep. The first time got him locked down there. Yet, there was no fighting the exhaustion and the loss of blood.
Eric awoke some time later. Everything slightly altered. The bloody urine pool was gone. His shirt was removed and had bandages wrapped around his back. He reached around to touch them, the injury felt almost numb. They he noticed he was using his hands. The chain around his wrist was removed but it was now wrapped around his right ankle.
In front of him was a small plastic container with a rubber spoon and a small water bottle. He pulled it towards him and ate slowly. Picking apart the eggs and sausage that has went cold.
Maybe he deserved this. His price for what he had done.