Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A cold shiver shifted along my spine as I squatted in the large open shower. Emmi had left the shower head on in a steamy trickle; the splattering sound around my feet echoed the need building inside me. She’d shackled me naked against the cold tile and told me I’d have to go sooner or later.
I balanced on the balls of my feet with my knees open. Anytime I tried to close them, Emmi would get up off her perch and slap my legs till they opened again. Then she would pour another bottle of water into my mouth. How many had she forced me to drink already? Four, maybe five. She held her phone in her hand, talking to the viewers who were live streaming my humiliation. “Everyone who bet two hours is out; little Miss holds it just tipped over her second hour since being restrained.”