you wear fine things well.

You had no idea how long you’d been there. You heard the echoes of rain from outside, but it sounded far too distant from you, in the gray dullness of the bunker. You’d been in and out of consciousness, wanting to sleep away the horror of what you witnessed just a day prior. One second you were camping out with friends, eating smores and sharing lame ghost stories, and the next you’d all been running for your lives - being picked off one by one. You were sure you were going to die, but as the looming figure stood over you, he tilted his head curiously. It felt like an out of body experience in the face of what you assumed was your end, but before you could even begin to process what the look was, everything went black. 

You’d woken up startled a couple times, sometimes to the sound of him stomping around, seeing a brief shadow while you tried to curl farther into the corner, or the memories of your friends screams. This time though, there was a growing ache in the pit of your stomach. More specifically your bladder. The adrenaline and fear had put most of your body's needs on hold, but there was only so much you could take, shackled to a mattress on the floor with no explanation as to why you were spared. Or where you were. Or what he planned to do to you. You shifted on the mattress and bit your lip, head resting against the wall as you contemplated what to do. The idea of calling out to the man was dread inducing, but on the other hand, wouldn’t he have killed you already if that’s what he wanted? Still, there were worse things than an instant death…

You didn’t have much time to decide as the need started to catch up to you, and you pushed your hands in between your legs as you looked around. It didn’t seem like he left anything for you to go in. He did leave an apple on a tray by the mattress, but your appetite was non-existent. Crawling as far as the chains would let you, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a bucket. Even just the thought of relief sent a shiver down your body and you pressed your thighs together tighter. Attempting to reach for it without making a noise, you held in a whine when it was way too far to even use your legs to get. There was no way you’d be able to grab it. Just as you tried to come up with a new idea, you heard the familiar stomping of the man entering the bunker and scrambled back on the mattress, hiding in on yourself as his shadow came into view. The terror that filled your veins only fueled your need to release, making your legs shake and your body go on high alert. However, as he passed, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence, stride never pausing as he was about to go down the passage to leave you all alone again. His visits were infrequent. He’d only glanced in your direction once, the first time you were awake, and since then you’d only seen him once more - this now being the third. If you let him pass, who knew how long you’d be waiting, and you weren’t sure you could last even ten more minutes. “P-please!” you called out, voice broken and shaky, using the last bit of courage you could muster up. He stopped, and your heart sank. This could have a terrible outcome, but you couldn’t stop from squirming anymore, and you didn’t want to sit in pee-soaked clothes if you could help it. You let out a shudder and took a moment to start speaking again. “P-please. I…I have…have to pee. Please. I won’t run, just please let me go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it,” you quietly begged, fingers clenching into the fabric of your shirt as you awaited the result of your impulse decision. For a moment, he just stood there with his back to you, but then he slowly turned around. His figure was covered, but he was tall, bulky, and had an extremely intimidating aura about him. It almost felt like he wasn’t human. 

You could’ve been imagining it, but it looked like he was contemplating your request before he stared down at the bucket that’d been out of reach and slowly grabbed it, walking over to the front of the mattress as you pulled your legs in more in fear. The holes where his eyes were bored into your soul, and your whole body was frozen until he put the bucket down right there. He stood there for a moment before turning to leave when you realized you had pants on as well as the shackles still over your wrists, meaning there was no way you could pull them down. “Wait!” Your bladder twinged and you let out an unintentional whimper, feeling shame wash over you. “Please, can you take these cuffs off? I can’t…I can’t go with them on.” He turned back around and shook his head and you squinted your eyes shut as the pressure just kept rising. You knew you couldn’t hold it for much longer. At the denial, your breath hitched and you quickly crawled over to the bucket, trying to find a way to tug your bottoms off without your hands because if you didn’t, the bucket would be useless if you soaked yourself. You let out frustrated little whines as you tried for a few seconds to get them off when the man’s dark figure was suddenly looming over for you. You were so focused on not pissing yourself, you hadn’t noticed, and a little spurt escaped, making you gasp and lock your legs together. “Ahhh! I'll-I'll do anything! It’s gonna come out.” Your voice coming out strained and high-pitched, knowing you were at your limit. The consequences you feared minutes ago were out of mind as your bladder threatened to empty itself.

You almost thought your desperate pleas for help were futile until he reached out to you. At first, you jerked back, but then his hands were reaching for your zipper, and you knew what he was doing. Your face burned with humiliation, but you knew if you didn’t let him take off your pants, all of this would’ve been for nothing. Letting your head lull back and eyes squeeze shut, you felt him unbutton your pants and pull them down, your underwear coming off a few seconds later after what seemed like hesitation. You were fully on display for your kidnapper, and there was nothing you could do about it. And now because your body sensed the freedom of your lower half being naked, there was nothing that could stop the flow as you barely opened your eyes to make sure you were squatted over the bucket. “Please don’t look…” you whispered, legs shaking as you tried to hold it in to save a bit of your dignity, but you knew there was no use. You let out a cry as your piss exploded out of you and made a loud hissing noise as it hit the bottom of the bucket. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as your bladder emptied, but the relief was the only solace you’d felt since being captured. Letting out quiet, sobbing whimpers that were a mix of pure bliss and humiliation, it felt like a minute had passed before it finally started to taper off, and you didn’t dare peak up at the man. You were sweating and an absolute mess, but at the very least you were getting out the last little dribbles of pee your bladder had to offer. Slumping over the bucket, you let out ragged breaths while trying to catch your bearings. You vaguely heard your kidnapper move, but being half out of it, you didn’t realize he’d gone and grabbed a towel til you felt the cloth up against you. Letting out a defeated sniffle, you let him clean you up and dress you before resting back against the mattress.