“This,” I told him, weighing the full enema bag in one hand. “Or…”
I nodded to the corner of the cell.
“And if you get any thoughts about how it might punish me to have to clean it up, it won’t,” I said flatly. “I knew what I was getting myself into.”
Sometimes, it even startled me, how much I’d figured out in just a short period of time.
“Choose.”
5
Ryder
This was why I’d never watched more than one of theSawmovies.
All right, it wasn’t because I thought I’d be transported into the middle of some porno version of one of them, but the idea of having to make these kind of choices… It had taken me one movie to decide it totally wasn’t my thing.
Now here I was in my own personal rendition, stuck between one shitty place and another.
Pun intended.
Sort of.
“I’m not going to… Neither of those…” I let out a huff, trying to tell him with my eyes just how dissatisfied I was with the situation.
I’m pretty sure I telegraphed it okay, but that didn’t mean he was going to pay attention — obviously. He just stood there, motionless… the enema bag in one hand and his eyes trained on the far corner.
Weren’t enemas for old people? Why the hell did he just have one of those things lying around?
Duh. For you, genius.
Every time I realized just how prepared he was, it chilled me through a little more. At this rate, I was going to be cold to the bone despite the rising temperature before long.
I was going to have to make a choice soon, too.
I closed my eyes, clutching the blanket like a lifeline even though it couldn’t protect me from him. It couldn’t protect me from anything or anyone, and with him bumping up the thermostat, I wouldn’t even need it much longer.
I would need togothough.
I couldn’t stand the idea of shamefully going in the corner like a dog locked in its cage might. The idea of it was disgusting enough, then knowing I’d be stuck in there with it, knowing what I’d done… I shuddered. I was going to have to go with the other option, but I didn’t know how I was going to even admit it — let alone go through with it.
“I’m about to go upstairs,” he told me.
Hatred flared inside of me as he not only forced me to make a decision like this, but put a time limit on it too. Never mind that my body would’ve done the same thing eventually, but this was him.
“Why can’t I just use the fucking bathroom?” I demanded. “What are you so afraid of? That I’ll kick your ass when we get upstairs?”
He arched a brow at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Maybe it sounded a little ridiculous considering the fact that he was as butch as a football player and I was more like a martial artist.
Just… without the martial arts skills.
Did that make me more like a cheerleader?
“I’m terrified,” he said, deadpan.
I hated him even more for that droll reaction.
He wasn’t going to answer me, at least not with anything satisfactory. All he was going to do was stand there and wait until he finally got bored and decided to stop playing with me like he was a cat and I was just a mouse.
