Chapter 109

TW/: sexual assault/abuse

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Mena

Some time had passed since Anson began pacing the room again. An uneasy energy surrounded him as I was still tied up, and my worries began to grow by the minute.

His behavior had reached a peak that was even something new to me. I knew he could switch, but not this quickly. Anson was not himself and spoke and argued with nothing but air. I had seen him angry, I had seen him make a fool of himself—but this was sick.

I had kept my gaze low, avoiding eye contact as much as possible because it felt like the safest thing to do—but as time went by, I felt an urge of something I would not be able to hold back for much longer.

“Anson,” I spoke above a whisper, mustering courage. My voice sounded hoarse from the lack of talking. “I have to pee.”

He stood still, but didn’t respond. Anson was out of it, utterly zoned out and lost in his own world, kind of like a zombie. It was as if my words just floated through the air because they didn’t seem to have gotten thr