I was an animal. And so was he.
I can feel Selene in the back of my mind, and I know that she's asleep. I don't bother her; I have a more pressing concern.
There's no call light within reach, and I wiggle and struggle against my restraints. I desperately, desperately need to pee.
I can hear a little electronic click, then a disinterested, staticky voice fills the room. "Do you need anything?"
I clear my throat, licking my dry lips. "I need to go to the bathroom." My voice is hoarse, my throat sore. I wonder if I've been screaming. I have a feeling I have been.
"Your nurse will be in in just a moment," Static Voice says, and clicks off again.
I realize then that they're probably watching me on camera, and my skin prickles in unease. Somehow, this feels worse than dealing with a horny kidnapper rubbing himself on me.
I try not to think about it. It's something I'm used to doing; it's how I've made it through life this far.
