Chapter 12

“Where do you think you are going to?” I stopped in my tracks and turned to the owner of the voice.

I could feel the sullen expression on my face as I turned to the man who made me feel this way. The one who captured me and made me a mess.

He was seated on the stool that was in front of a table while smoking a cigarette. In front of him was a drink which content was unknown to me, not like I wanted to know what was in there.

“I want to use the bathroom,” I replied, gazing at the floor.

“No need for that, you can use the bowl over there” he pointed at the one he uses every time.

My face scrunched up in disgust, looking at it was irritating, and imagining myself us—eww. What a goat.

I threw him a disgusted look.

“I can’t use it, I need to poo-poo” he laughed and gestured for me to go.

I turned around and clenched my hand in a fist, imaging that I am squeezing that dirty, stupid face of his. I wish