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his. His grip was painfully tight and I grimaced. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t ever lie to me. Are we clear?”
    I gulped down the sob that was threatening to make me lose control. “Y-yes.”
    “This is a relationship of sorts, and I expect it to be an honest one. If you’re honest with me, I’ll be just as honest with you. I don’t want lies between us.” He released my chin from his viselike grip. With a twist of his wrist, a click sounded and the shackle released from my ankle.
    Even though my ankle didn’t hurt, I immediately began to caress the area it had been fastened around.
    “Are you hurt?” He pushed my hand away and examined my ankle.
    “No. I just...”
    “Good enough, then. Let’s go.” He stood and offered me his hand. Ignoring his extended hand, I crawled off of the bed and stood. I didn’t expect my legs to feel like jelly under me and they immediately began to buckle under my weight. Had it not been for Tanner’s swift movement in catching me, I would have hit the floor.
    “Let me go!” I attempted to shake his hands away from me, but he refused to release me.
    “The drug isn’t out of your system yet. Don’t be so fucking proud and let me help you.”
    I glared at him. “If you wanted to help me, you’d have taken me home or to Bonnie’s last night instead of…” I looked around us – my cell – my windowless prison. Instead of making me a prisoner , I finished to myself.
    “Didn’t your father ever teach you that pride is a sin?” he chastised me.
    “Go to hell!”
    Tanner’s lips turned into a tight line, but amusement continued to dance in his eyes. “Such vulgarity from my little virgin church girl. What would your father think if he heard such language coming from your lips?”
    Not giving him the satisfaction of a response, I settled for simply glaring at him again.
    He didn’t comment further, and I allowed him to assist me across the room to the bathroom. By the time I reached the bathroom my legs seemed okay to support me and I batted his hands from me. “I’m fine.” As I crossed the threshold to the bathroom, something occurred to me, something horrifying. There was no bathroom door.
    Looking over my shoulder, I saw Tanner casually leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He eyed me with intensity.
    “Do you mind?”
    He motioned to the white toilet. “No. Go ahead.”
    I looked at the toilet. I really had to pee. I was minutes away from my bladder bursting and causing a puddle where I stood. “I can’t go with you watching.”
    “You’ll be surprised at what you’ll be capable of doing over the coming weeks. I said it once and I’ll say it a final time; modesty isn’t going to serve you well here. By the time we’re finished you won’t even remember what it’s like to be prideful or modest. I promise you that.”
    I should pee right on the floor. It would serve him right . But I suspected he’d force me to clean it. Knowing I had no choice, I pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet, grateful I was wearing a skirt that covered my privates from his eyes, but it was still humiliating.
    Once I was done, I did my best to wipe myself while attempting to hold on to what little bit of modesty I had left in me. I washed my hands, dried them on the small white hand towel that was neatly placed on the side of the countertop, and stood before him. Even if the door out hadn’t been locked, his large frame took up most of the bathroom exit; I’d never get around him.
    “So now that you’ve watched me urinate, what’s next? Want to insert my tampons for me too?” I waited with bated breath for his reaction. To my surprise, his head fell back and a roar of laughter erupted from him.
    When he stopped laughing, the delight remained in his eyes. “I’ll allow you to insert your own tampons. But you’ll have to let me in on when you need such things. I have a stockpile for those occasions.”
    “For the others.” I said