“If you think I’ll willingly give my body to any of them, you’re just as crazy as them!”
“I didn’t say all of them. Just him.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to make him want me when I look like this? I smell like piss and my hair is a matted mess. My nails are chipped and my lips are bleeding.”
“Gia,” Ronaldo chuckles. “Okay, so maybe I was being a little harsh about finding a way out of here. There is always a way out of something, but with a place like this, it won’t come easy.”
“So what do you suggest I do?”
He smirks. “You already heard my thoughts. It’s simple. Make the king notice you…or die trying. Either way, you’ll still be out of this place.”
Chapter Five
Day 4
I can hear a woman talking. Her voice isn’t light or sweet. It’s frustrated and clipped.
My legs are bouncing, the urge to pee way too high.
“I should try right now,” I whisper to Ronaldo.
He looks up at me, tossing his greasy hair back. “You should.”
Those words are all I need to hear. I push up on my hands until I’m standing up straight. I walk to the cell door, gripping the cold, hard steel. “Hey!” I shout.
The commotion comes to a cease from wherever they are. The door is yanked open in an instant and Axe Man comes storming down the hallway, his hand on the gun he has in the holder.
“When the fuck will you learn, bitch?”
A woman steps up behind him. She has long, ebony hair and a black baseball cap on. Her hair is board straight, her thin eyes focused on me. She looks me up and down. “When the fuck did we get a bitch?” she asks in Spanish.
“Couple days ago. Bitch is starting to piss me off.”
“What the hell do you want?” she demands in English.
“I…have to pee.”
Axe Man chuckles, and the sound of it is like nails to a chalkboard. Irritating. “You’re really doing this shit again? What the fuck did I tell you?”
“You didn’t tell me anything,” I respond boldly.
He clenches his fist and steps forward, gripping the metal bar. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
The woman rolls her eyes, planting her hands on her hips. “Just let her go to the fucking bathroom. She doesn’t have a cock. We can’t just aim and piss in the fucking corner like you slobs can.” Axe Man looks back at her with a tilted eyebrow. She shrugs, stepping sideways. “It’s filthy in there anyway. No one’s cleaned the shit in fucking months. Might as well let her use it. Wipe her piss with that stupid dress.”
Axe Man finds delight in her last statement. He sneers, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door. The lock is loud, and the bolt clinks and echoes through the cell. I glance back at Ronaldo.
He’s not looking at us.
“Since you have a pussy, you take her.” Axe Man grips my arm and shoves me into the woman’s chest. She throws me off and I land flat on my ass with a grunt as she grimaces at him.
“Fuck you, you fat fuck!”
He sniggers as he walks past her and makes his way back to the room they came out of. When he shuts the door behind him, she frowns down at me.
“Get your stupid ass up,” she snaps. “You have to pee, don’t you? Well, go. Before I change my fucking mind.”
I stand feebly, turning in the direction she points to and walking.
I spot a door to the right and she pushes it open.
Christ.
She wasn’t kidding when she said it’s filthy.
This bathroom is disgusting. The walls are covered in shit, grime, and other things I don’t want to know the names of. The toilet is stained brown and yellow, with green mold riding along the bottom and running up one of the walls. The sink is molded too, rusty around the knobs.
She shoves me in and I look around, cupping my mouth and nose. It smells horrid in here.
“Go ahead.” I turn back and she’s smirking. “Pee.”
Truth be told, I’d much rather pee on myself again. I gather my dress up as much as I can and squat over the toilet seat. It takes a while for my pee to come out. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m afraid I’ll catch a disease in this bathroom, because the woman guard is watching me like a hawk, or both.
Finally, after she snaps at me for taking so long, I pee. It’s the longest pee of my damn life, and it feels so great to empty my full bladder.
Once I’m finished, I stand and drop my dress. Dribbles run down my thighs. There is no tissue, so I have no choice but to rub the dress between my legs to get rid of them.