Tangled Rose by Abby Weeks Page A

she noticed that she needed to pee. At first she tried to ignore it but drinking all that beer had filled her bladder and there was no way she could ignore it forever. She didn’t want to say anything to Fat Boy, she didn’t know if he’d let her use the washroom or not, and things were going well, she felt. He seemed to be engrossed in the television and hadn’t been paying her much attention at all.
    She felt it would be crazy to disrupt that situation, to remind Fat Boy that she was right there, naked, so she held her pee for as long as she could. After another thirty minutes or so it started to become unbearable.
    Fat Boy had put on some mindless, low budget movie about a secret agent who had to blow up a Soviet army base. He was distracted. He wasn’t thinking about her. He wasn’t harming her. And she had to go and do the one thing that she didn’t want to do. She had to get his attention.
    “Hey,” she said, squirming in discomfort on the bed. She really needed to go.
    “What is it?”
    “I really could use the washroom.”
    And there it was, that same evil sneer she’d seen on his face earlier when he’d forced her to drink the beers.
    “Of course you do, sweetheart. You drank all my beer. What did you think was going to happen?”
    “Please untie me,” she said, “so I can use the washroom.”
    Fat Boy looked at her. His eyes ran slowly from her face, down over her body, before coming to rest on her vagina. She was in pain, she had to go so bad. She was trying to cross her legs but it was impossible because of the way she was tied.
    “Maybe you can pee after this movie,” he said, sneering at her. “I don’t want to miss it.”
    Rose nodded. She knew she was in trouble. How was she going to make it to the end of the movie? It was only halfway through. And that awful look on Fat Boy’s face? What had that meant? And then she realized, he’d intended for this exact situation to arise. This was the reason he’d forced her to drink all that beer. He’d wanted her to suffer like this.
    She vowed that she wouldn’t mention it again, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how well his plan was working, but as soon as there was a commercial break, she begged him again to let her use the toilet.
    “Please don’t do this to me, just untie me for two minutes and then I’ll be back on the bed where you want me.”
    “I said you could go after the movie,” Fat Boy said, smiling. He was enjoying the situation immensely.
    Rose gritted her teeth but there was nothing she could do. Maybe that was the game. If she could make it to end of the movie he’d let her use the toilet. If not, he’d let her soil herself. He was a cruel man, a brute animal, and she hated him.
    The commercials seemed to go on forever, and then, when the movie finally came back on, Rose thought she wasn’t going to make it. The movie seemed to go on and on and finally, when it seemed like it was drawing close to a conclusion, it broke again for another set of commercials.
    By now her bladder was burning. She was in agony. She was dying to pee, or even just to release some of the urine in her bladder but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t wet herself in front of him. It was too demeaning. It was the ultimate humiliation. She even thought that if there was one thing more humiliating than what he’d done to her on that very first night, it was this.
    “I can’t wait any longer,” she said when more commercials came on.
    “Now, now,” Fat Boy said. “I said you could pee after the movie. Don’t make me get angry with you.”
    Making him angry was the last thing she wanted to do. She was his captive, his prisoner. He could do anything to her. But she needed to empty her bladder and she just couldn’t wait any longer. She relaxed her bladder ever so slightly and felt the warm sensation of pee flowing through her, but immediately she stopped before releasing any urine. She just couldn’t do it, not with him