When I enter and close the door behind me, I take a moment to admire the pristine, white interior before slipping my bag between my legs on the floor. As Reign eventually enters beside me, all I can do is stare ahead, feeling extremely nervous around him. I cast a sidelong glance at him as he revs the beastly engine, and I peer out the tinted window beside me while he pulls away.
I can feel my bladder filling up after a while of driving along the highway, but I try to ignore it by forcing my thighs together. We have not said a single word to one another, which makes this ten times harder because I am not going to ask him to pull over so I can pee.
I side-eye him and notice he is not wearing his sunglasses anymore, but I see him glance down to see my thighs clenched together. He sighs before slipping further back into his seat with one hand on the top of the steering wheel, his sparkling, silver-diamond Rolex gleaming against the light, and he speaks for the first time during this entire journey.
“You need a piss?”
I release a tense breath before responding coldly, keeping my eyes fixed on the road ahead.
“No.”
“Either that or you need to come, so which is it?”
My brow furrows as I carefully turn to face him.
“What?”
His expression remains solemn as he draws his dark eyes away from mine and gazes forward.
“Which one, Charley? Women only clench their thighs like that for two fucking reasons.”
I just stare at him in disbelief before facing away and finally responding after a moment of silence.
“You'd be pleased to know I have to pee.”
“Nah, I would have been pleased to know you need to come.”
My eyes expand, and I swiftly look over at him, but he continues to stare ahead, unfazed by his audacity and what he is saying to me considering he has a girlfriend.
After a few minutes, I notice him pulling up to a gas station, and when the car comes to a stop, I unbuckle my seatbelt before opening the door.
“I'll only be in there for two minutes.”
As I step out and close the door behind me, he remains silent, watching every move I make with intensity. When I stride into the little, empty gas station, I notice an old, pale-looking man standing behind the counter. I give him a small, awkward smile, but his face remains serious, so I search around for the toilet sign, not wanting to speak to him.
When I discover it, I enter a desolate, tiny, unisex restroom that reeks. I take a cautious step forward, my hand over my mouthand nose, and look around the squalor. There are simply two cubicles, a smeared mirror, and a sink.
I reluctantly enter a cubicle, and when I gaze down at the shit-soiled toilet, I fight the urge to hurl. I know I need to relieve my bladder, and I'm not going to ask Reign to take me elsewhere, so I close the door, pull my sweatpants and panties down, and hover over the toilet before relieving myself.
As I do so, I hear a commotion in the shop section, and my brow furrows in confusion. I hastily wipe before adjusting myself and flushing the toilet. Once I've opened the cubicle door, I hear a man yelling, and while taking a tentative stride forward, a stranger rapidly rounds the corner, and we lock eyes.
When I glance down and discover he has a knife in his hand, I squeal and spin around, hoping to escape into the cubicle, but I don't get very far before he grabs the back of my hair. As he pulls me back and slams me against the filthy tiles, I scream. My body trembles with panic as he holds my face in his dirty palm and sets the point of his blade on my cheek.
“Give me your money and phone, princess, and I promise I won't hurt you.”
His breath is heavy with stale alcohol, and I shake my head as I stutter.
“I... I... I don't have anything.”
He abruptly draws his hand from my face and lowers it towards the pockets of my pants, seeking anything, but everything is in Reign’s car. When he realizes there is nothing in my pockets, he hisses at me before suddenly clutching my pussy, and my entire body tenses.
“You're coming with me; your pretty little face and body will sell in an instant.”
My expanded eyes well up with tears as I stare at him, and then I hear a deep, gruff voice behind him.
“You cunt. You stupid fucking cunt.”
Reign has him by the scruff of his neck before he can even turn around, and he yanks him back with such force that it appears as if he is throwing a ragdoll up against the wall, and the tiles break behind the guy as he groans.
