FOURTY FOUR

FOURTY FOUR

CATHERINA

Fucking cuffing me to the bed while he gallivanted or went to have his dick sucked, I fumed, not even bothering to strain against the cuffs.

I needed desperately to use the bathroom but I could not, bound here like some sacrificial lamb. I wiggled my waist, the shirt I was wearing coming up to expose my panties. I began counting from one, taking deep breaths in between as I counted, trying to distract myself from the pressure building up in my bladder.

The creak of the door stopped me in between breaths and I opened my eyes to glare as he entered. His back was to me and I could see that he had discarded his shirt and wait a minute… his hands were bloodied.

What had he done? I thought

“I need to fucking pee, asshole” I snapped

He turned to me, his eyes filled with rage before they focused on my face and I watched the anger drain away.

“I need to…” I said again

“I heard you the first time” he interrupted, reaching for his pocket with his bloodied hands.

I followed