strong.
Right. Of course he wasn't actually taking her chains off. He was just putting her into a whole new set of them.
He clipped and locked one side of the chains onto one of her shackles, and the other side around his own wrist so they were chained together. "This chain is longer and lighter than those ones," he said, nodding down to the heavy things on the floor. "It'll be easier for you to walk around the house with."
"I...walk around?"
"Don't get any ideas," Jack said. "You're still chained to me, and if you try something I will have to act. Now come on, I'll take you to the bathroom."
"Thank God," Cindy said, and she immediately pushed herself to her feet.
Jack didn't seem overly worried about how she was running up the stairs, probably because she was forced to stop halfway and stare down at him when he yanked on the chain.
He just gave her a look when she glared at him. "I said it was longer, but not by that much."
"Well, I wasn't joking when I said I needed to go, and I need to go right now ," Cindy replied.
Jack jogged up the stairs, and Cindy was still keeping pace with him. Every step he took was one more step until she could get to the bathroom.
"It's the second door on the left. Just don't get any ideas in there. I already cleared it out of all my razors, and anything else you might think of using as a weapon."
The last thing Cindy's as thinking about was escaping when her bladder was about to explode. "Yeah, great, whatever, just stay here," she said, and she tried to slam the door on him, but of course, the stupid chain prevented that.
Whatever, it was mostly closed, the door wasn't slowly opening on her. She had her toilet that was relatively close to the door, and she could still keep it from opening back up with her foot. Cindy got to work doing what needed to be done and felt so much better after. She sighed and washed her hands when she finished. She stared down hatefully at the shackles on her wrists, and she really hoped she would get them all rusty just to spite the man outside.
"You almost done in there?" Jack asked.
She looked at the door, which was open just a crack thanks to the small chain that was in the way, leading to him.
"Almost," she said, and then she wet her face, her hair, and scrubbed her arms in the sink, trying to clean up as much as possible without taking her clothes off and sponge bathing herself.
She grabbed one of his towels beneath the sink and dried herself off. She then sniffed under her arms. At least she didn't stink anymore.
"Hurry up in there," Jack said, but he wasn't barging in to check on her.
"Asshole," Cindy muttered, and because she wanted to annoy him, she took another minute as she wet her hair just enough to get rid of some of the frizz.
Because she was curious, she also very carefully opened one of the drawers, as silently as she could, just to see what was inside of it. She found an electric shaver, some cotton swabs, spare hand towels and so on. In the drawer below that, there was the odd bottle of cologne, some body wash, and a few other necessities that a man would need for his morning routine.
He hadn't been lying, however. There wasn't a real razor in sight. There wasn't even a hand mirror that she could steal and break for later on. She really was stuck.
Jack knocked on the wall, probably because he knew that if he knocked on the door, it would open. Maybe the only reason why he didn't do just that was because he worried about seeing her on the toilet or something. "Cindy? You okay?"
She sighed. Of course she wasn't okay. The man she'd loved was going to ship her off to a lab the second the collectors came to pick her up. She was utterly and totally screwed.
But then she looked herself in the mirror. Really looked this time, instead of just staring ahead in a daze.
"What are you doing in there, Cindy?" Jack asked.
"I'm, uh, brushing my teeth," she said, and then clenched her eyes shut. That was dumb. She quickly went looking
Right. Of course he wasn't actually taking her chains off. He was just putting her into a whole new set of them.
He clipped and locked one side of the chains onto one of her shackles, and the other side around his own wrist so they were chained together. "This chain is longer and lighter than those ones," he said, nodding down to the heavy things on the floor. "It'll be easier for you to walk around the house with."
"I...walk around?"
"Don't get any ideas," Jack said. "You're still chained to me, and if you try something I will have to act. Now come on, I'll take you to the bathroom."
"Thank God," Cindy said, and she immediately pushed herself to her feet.
Jack didn't seem overly worried about how she was running up the stairs, probably because she was forced to stop halfway and stare down at him when he yanked on the chain.
He just gave her a look when she glared at him. "I said it was longer, but not by that much."
"Well, I wasn't joking when I said I needed to go, and I need to go right now ," Cindy replied.
Jack jogged up the stairs, and Cindy was still keeping pace with him. Every step he took was one more step until she could get to the bathroom.
"It's the second door on the left. Just don't get any ideas in there. I already cleared it out of all my razors, and anything else you might think of using as a weapon."
The last thing Cindy's as thinking about was escaping when her bladder was about to explode. "Yeah, great, whatever, just stay here," she said, and she tried to slam the door on him, but of course, the stupid chain prevented that.
Whatever, it was mostly closed, the door wasn't slowly opening on her. She had her toilet that was relatively close to the door, and she could still keep it from opening back up with her foot. Cindy got to work doing what needed to be done and felt so much better after. She sighed and washed her hands when she finished. She stared down hatefully at the shackles on her wrists, and she really hoped she would get them all rusty just to spite the man outside.
"You almost done in there?" Jack asked.
She looked at the door, which was open just a crack thanks to the small chain that was in the way, leading to him.
"Almost," she said, and then she wet her face, her hair, and scrubbed her arms in the sink, trying to clean up as much as possible without taking her clothes off and sponge bathing herself.
She grabbed one of his towels beneath the sink and dried herself off. She then sniffed under her arms. At least she didn't stink anymore.
"Hurry up in there," Jack said, but he wasn't barging in to check on her.
"Asshole," Cindy muttered, and because she wanted to annoy him, she took another minute as she wet her hair just enough to get rid of some of the frizz.
Because she was curious, she also very carefully opened one of the drawers, as silently as she could, just to see what was inside of it. She found an electric shaver, some cotton swabs, spare hand towels and so on. In the drawer below that, there was the odd bottle of cologne, some body wash, and a few other necessities that a man would need for his morning routine.
He hadn't been lying, however. There wasn't a real razor in sight. There wasn't even a hand mirror that she could steal and break for later on. She really was stuck.
Jack knocked on the wall, probably because he knew that if he knocked on the door, it would open. Maybe the only reason why he didn't do just that was because he worried about seeing her on the toilet or something. "Cindy? You okay?"
She sighed. Of course she wasn't okay. The man she'd loved was going to ship her off to a lab the second the collectors came to pick her up. She was utterly and totally screwed.
But then she looked herself in the mirror. Really looked this time, instead of just staring ahead in a daze.
"What are you doing in there, Cindy?" Jack asked.
"I'm, uh, brushing my teeth," she said, and then clenched her eyes shut. That was dumb. She quickly went looking
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