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“Can I use a bathroom?” I asked.
“Sure. Here, you go.” He set the bucket next to me.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He knelt before me, grinning like a shit-eating idiot. A long, cross-shaped silver earring flashed at his right ear as he leaned into me.
“You can pee in the bucket or just let loose on the floor,” he said with a chuckle. “We’ve got staff to clean up if you choose the second option.”
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Neither option saved me a shred of dignity.
“Here, let me get those off you.” Moving closer, he started taking the shackles off my wrists. He did everything with an air of a helpful gentleman.
He’s absolutely crazy, I thought but felt relief when the tight manacles fell off my wrists.
“Thanks,” I muttered. I must’ve gone crazy as well. Who thanked their captor for this? They shouldn’t have chained me up like an animal in the first place!
I waited for him to leave but Mikhail stayed crouching beside me.
“Aren’t you going to leave?” I asked.
“Nah. Yakim told me to take care of you. There’s no way I’m slacking when you’re the guest.”
Anger and frustration rose in me. Did he just call me a fucking guest?
My bursting bladder made it difficult to argue with him anymore. I either had to use the bucket or risk peeing on the floor like a helpless baby.
Snatching the bucket out of his hand, I stomped to the farthest corner of the basement. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I awkwardly sat on the bucket.
The darkness of the basement allowed me the tiniest bit of privacy but as soon as I started peeing, it hit the bottom of the bucket with a loud splash.
As if being naked and peeing in front of him on a bucket wasn’t humiliating enough, I took an embarrassingly long time to be done.
“Stop! Don’t come over here!” I cried out when Mikhail started walking toward me.
He halted. “Don’t you want to wipe yourself,” he said, extending his hand toward me.
Why doesn’t he just kill me?I thought for the first time as I moved toward him. Getting close enough, I snatched the roll of toilet paper in his hand.
Soft chuckles escaped him. He seemed to be enjoying this more than when he was pumping his naked cock down my throat.
“How’re your hands?” he asked after a while.
“My hands?”
“Are you able to rotate your wrists freely?”
I stared at him dumbfounded but doubted he made out my stricken expression in the darkness. His brothers and he assaulted me, leaving me a sore, aching mess, and all he cared about were my wrists?
“You’re an asshole,” I spat.
“That’s what I get what trying to take care of you?”
I scoffed. “You wouldn’t do this to me if you cared at all!” I shouted. My chest heaved with the force of my emotions but there was something else about this whole thing.
It felt good to curse and shout at Mikhail. No matter how much my brother tormented me, I never had the guts to rebuke him.
“It was nothing compared to what you and your brother did to us,” Mikhail said in a grim tone.
