Tainted

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The sound of the door opening barely registered in her cloudy mind. She was no longer able to wonder about or be afraid of who was entering the room. Sawyer felt completely detached from her body. A body that was unable to respond to her commands.

The stray strand of hair that had fallen across her eyes had become an irritant, but she had been unable to raise her hand to brush it away.

Someone would come every so often and carry her limp body to the bathroom and order her to use the toilet. She had been shamed to the core of her soul to have to use it in front of the man watching from the doorway. He hadn’t even bothered to shut the door, leaving it open so that anyone passing by could see within the room.

Her full bladder had her wishing someone would come soon; even the humiliating experience was better than suffering with the basic desire to relieve herself. So far, she had managed not to wet herself, but she didn’t know how much longer before that humiliation would happen.

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