Claudine heard the latches to the coffin being opened and she sobbed in relief. During the long silent hours of darkness, the terror had numbed her into exhaustion and some of his warnings enveloped her mind. He would not kill her. The man would not bury her, if she did as he ordered. Claudine could do this for a while. Obviously, Donald had made an agreement that this degenerate man could abuse her in exchange for holding her captive. However long this lesson was going to be, and whatever depraved thing this man asked of her… she could do for a while. She could follow his demands, until the opportunity to escape arose. She could not do this, if she was buried under the soft dirt next to Donnie. When she stared at the man, she tried to plead with her eyes. She forced herself to stop quivering and lie still, trying to let him know she would obey him. Her bladder had let go and her arms and feet rested on the soggy silk padding. Claudine tried to control her anger. The man had not considered that after the long funeral she might need to use the toilet. Fuck you. Now you’ll have the mess to clean up. Her strong will continued to try to calm her nerves and control the situation, because Claudine had never been so frightened in her life. Instinctively she knew that her flirtatious manner and beautiful looks would not sway this man.
