“Make her pee for you, show her no mercy,” he says, troubled and disgruntled. He leaves them, though neither the girl nor the young man notice.
Jacob stares her in the eye again as he pulls her off chair and to her knees. He tugs her to the corner of the stone cell, and prods her with his boot into the small, barred space. He moves with her, removing the rope from her neck and then motions to a bucket. “It’s the only toilet we have down here. Use it now.”
“I don’t have to go,” she says.
“What was that you said?” He acts surprised.
“I don’t have to go.”
“Again!” his anger rises.
“I don’t have to go, sir!” she remembers, emphasizing the word.
“Then just try for me. I want to see you with your ass on the can.”
She trembles at the picture of herself. Humiliation makes her blush; he m
