It might’ve been comfortable if I wasn’t chained up. There isn’t a clock, so I have no idea how long I’ve been here, but it’s been a while. My body hurts from staying in the same position so long; that is, my arms and legs cuffed and spread apart. I know the man I call Big Guy told me to behave, but I’ve really got to go to the bathroom. So I start to shout. “Hey! Hey! Someone. I need to pee.” I wait, hoping that’ll get a response. After I count to a thousand in my head, I’m about to shout again when I hear the door rattle. Big Guy, whose real name is Lincoln, comes in. His face is hard, stoic. “I can unchain you to use the bathroom.” I sigh. “Awesome.” Lincoln releases the locks with a key and helps me stand. I’m naked, but he keeps his eyes above the neck at all times. It’s surprising. I’m grateful. When we reach the makeshift bathroom in the back of the room, Lincoln releases me and turns around.
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