He won’t, will he? Nobody should be so cruel to deny someone to use the bathroom.
“Evelyn needs to learn there are consequences to her actions. What a perfect way to make sure she never forgets.” His words make my face fall, and I try to turn around to head to the bathroom just to be met with the same end as previously. “Stay where you are!” Thaddeus snaps, and I freeze, my blood runs cold and my entire body tenses at his command.
“What?” I squeak, horrified; my bladder is on the verge of bursting. I shouldn’t have drunk so much water at the park, but it was hot.
“Thaddeus!” Orion screams, marching toward him, but he is too late.
Thaddeus’ words compel me to do as I am told. “Wet yourself.”
Evelyn
Orion freezes at his words, and I can’t stop myself. I can’t do anything but what he tells me. Ryland’s angry growl echoes through the entire place.
My pants become saturated, and never have I ever been so humiliated. It is worse than when I got my first period at school in front of the entire class when I was thirteen when I stood up and the boy next to me pointed out that I had blood on the back of my pants. I thought that was humiliating and considered it at the time to be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me.
This is worse because I have never wet myself in front of anyone. I was a kid then, not an adult. This is worse because I am grown, and he is doing this to shame me, showing exactly how much control he has over me. This is worse because he is my mate and put me on display to hurt me.
This is no accident; this is shame as I feel my legs become wet and my face burns red with embarrassment. I can’t watch his evil smirk or the pity in Ryland and Orion’s eyes; I place my hands over my face to shield myself from embarrassment. This isn’t punishment; this is cruel.
I hear Ryland gasp, and I burst into tears, sobs wrack my entire body, and all I want to do is run away from their watchful eyes. Yet, I can’t move my feet like they are rooted to the floor. I can’t believe he just made me do that.
“You sadistic prick!” Ryland growls at him.
Orion comes over, I know it is him by the cold hands, trying to pry my hands away from my face.
“Please don’t touch me,” I sob, pulling away from his touch.
As soon as Orion moves his hands away, I hear Thaddeus’ voice. “You can go,” he says so calmly, with no hint of remorse in his voice.
I take off running upstairs to the bathroom, not even looking back. Tears are still flowing as I peel my clothes off and hop in the shower, scrubbing myself with the soap. I can hear them fighting downstairs, hear their raised voices, when the whole place goes eerily silent, and I hear a door slam.
A few minutes later, Orion walks into the bathroom. “He shouldn’t have done that to you,” he says, reaching down to pick up my clothes from the floor.
“Leave them!” I scream at him.
“Evelyn, I…”
“Get out! Just get out, Orion!” I scream at him.
He allowed this; he allowed Thaddeus to compel me, knew what he would do, and just walked away from me. Orion hesitates until I hear him mutter something under his breath and he finally walks out. Building up some courage, I quickly get dressed and scoop up my clothes with the towel.
Taking a deep breath before opening the door and walking past them without even looking in their direction, I head straight to the laundry and dump my clothes in the washer. My eyes feel like sandpaper from crying, and I have a headache.
Ryland walks in behind me, leaning on the door frame. “Are you okay?”
‘What do you think?” I spit back at him. All this over visiting Lana. What’s next? “Where did he go?” I ask, as I put the laundry detergent in.
“For a walk,” Ryland says, pulling his packet of smokes from his pocket and offering me one.
“I can’t go outside,” I tell him, looking back at the washing machine screen and turning it on.
Ryland walks past me, opening the laundry door leading outside and sits on the step. “You just can’t go past the door,” he says, tapping the spot next to him.
I sit down, lean against the door behind him, and take one of his smokes. “Did you know he was going to compel me?” I ask, and Ryland shakes his head.
“No, I wouldn’t have agreed to that,” he says, as he hands me his lighter.
I light my smoke, and Ryland turns, leaning against the doorframe, facing me, but I look outside, unable to meet his gaze. “Can’t Orion compel me not to listen?” I ask him.
“It doesn’t work like that. Only the person who compelled you can break it,” Orion says from the door leading into the living room.
Great, I am screwed. I know he won’t lift it anytime soon; I know he will use it against me. We sit in silence while I finish my smoke. I get up and head upstairs just as I hear the front door open. I walk faster, not wanting him to call me back down, not wanting to see him. I close the door into the spare room, climb on the bed and pull the covers back. I am trying to sleep, and the house is so silent that I can’t hear them downstairs or the TV.
I fall asleep for a while until I am jostled awake by Thaddeus. “Why are you in here?”
“To get away from you,” I tell him, rolling back over, wanting to go back to sleep.
“Get up; dinner is ready,” Thaddeus says, and I am forced to haul myself out of bed and follow after him. Walking into the kitchen, Thaddeus points to the stool, and I sit down, resting my head on the counter. Orion puts some pasta dish in front of me, making me look up, the smell alone makes my belly rumble.
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