Igram could only smile, and with the heavy chains on his legs, he walked to the bucket and struggled to put it in the standing position. On his fifth attempt, he managed to relieve himself right in front of Erica.
She wanted to turn away, but the color of his urine got her attention. It was as black as coal
"Detective Erica, do not be a pervert," he joked.
"Your fucking urine is black,"
Igram looked down, pissed. His urine was still black. The old man had told him his urine was going to return to normal in two days.
"Oooh, it's the herbs," he replied and ordered her to stop looking. Even though it was not his body, he was very uncomfortable with her staring.
"What herbs?"
"The attack... the black hole? The old man I bumped into saved me with some sort of herbs. So this is the aftermath of the work?"
"Where did you meet this old man and how did he just happen to have the right herbs?"
