Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,89

have until tomorrow morning at nine to have the charges dropped otherwise she dies,’’ he snaps into the phone before ending the call.

“Why are you doing this?’’ I cry.

“Because you bitches deserve it.’’

“Oh, so if your brother ass raped you, would that be okay too? Would that mean you deserved it? Can you hear how fucking stupid you sound? You’re asking a victim to drop the charges of attempted rape all because he’s your brother.’’

“Shut your fucking mouth,’’ he growls, his fingers squeezing my cheeks together, the pain hurting me and no doubt already forming a bruise.

“Why? Is it because I’m hitting a nerve?’’

“The only nerve that is going to be hit in a minute is the one up your cunt if you don’t shut the fuck up,’’ he yells and I cower back against the wall, a small whimper escaping my lips.

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I don’t know what time it is when I next wake up, all I know is my bladder is killing me. I’ve been dying for the toilet ever since I woke up the first time, but looking around I can’t see him having a clean toilet in the place.

Bending forward to rub the pain away, it only makes the pressure on my bladder worse. It also wakes my princess up, and she pushes down hard onto my bladder and I’m ashamed to admit I leaked a little.

“Carl?’’ I croak, my voice sore. “Carl?’’ I shout louder.

“What?’’ he snaps walking down the steps.

“I need the toilet,’’ I tell him, hoping he takes pity on me and not expect me to piss myself.

“So fucking go, or do you need me to hold your hand, darling?’’

“Can you release me? Take me to an actual toilet?’’ I ask, holding up my tied hand.

He laughs throwing his head back and I slump forward. I should have known he wouldn’t let me go to the toilet, or even a clean fucking bush.

“There’s an old paint bucket right there darling.’’

“I can’t piss in that, I’d never reach,’’ I tell him, standing up. My legs leave the mattress and they’re wobbly, I steady myself on the wall, but then squeal when I feel something crawl across my hand.

“Not my problem,’’ he shrugs watching me with an amused expression.

Noticing a plank of wood, I use it to try getting the bucket a little closer. After five minutes of manoeuvring I finally get the bucket close enough to hover above.

“You can leave,’’ I tell Carl dryly.

“Nah, this is the most you’ve done, and I’m gone in an hour,’’ he smirks and my stomach sinks. I’ve still not figured a way out of here, and now I’ve got an hour until he ends my life. Would he kill me before or after?

“Can you turn around please?’’

“Nah,’’ he smirks and I want to cry out. Arrogant jerk!

I’d rather not go through an hour of pain or piss myself. I remove my cardigan using my teeth to keep it in front of me to cover my lady bits the best I can. Slowly, I slide my trousers and knickers down, but not far enough that if he tries something I can’t pull them back up.

He’s watching me with amusement, but I take no notice. I still keep a close eye on him, watching in case he does make a move. If he’s raped Hannah, what the hell is he going to do to me?

My cheeks redden as I take what seems to be the longest piss in the world and although I’m hovering over a bucket, I still manage to get it dripping down my leg. I shake off remains the best I can, but I don’t care. I feel dirty, used, violated, and disgusted in myself, so the quicker I’m dressed the better.

The cold starts to bother me, so I put on my cardigan, once again closing it tightly around me. Carl laughs and I look at him with so much disgust.

“I’m off to meet your fucking friend. I best scope out the place first just in case she decides to get the pigs involved. I’m glad I waited until now to tell them where to meet me with the proof. I want a signed statement stating the charges against my brother are false. Let’s hope the bitch cares enough to get you back.’’

“I hope they arrest your ass. Then you can rot in jail with your brother,’’ I snarl, and he storms over pinning me up against the wall. His