Chapter 22 – Strange
I was awake on the floor, don’t know if it’s early in the morning or late in the night, but I am busting. Yet, I am still chained to the bed. I don’t want to risk waking Julietta up and suffering her anger. So, it seems like I am stuck in the situation.
Fuck it, I want to use the toilet, and I am not going to sulk on the floor waiting for her to wake up.
I pull myself onto my knees before peering over the bed at her sleeping form.
“Julietta, can you please wake up” I whisper. I am an i***t; I can’t even raise my voice to wake her. Am I that scared of her? No, not of her, of her punishments. Which is the same thing, isn’t it?
I slowly reach up and shake her, trying to get a response, but she just groans and rolls over.
“Julietta, please, I need to use the bath
