As the night drew on, Aila's thoughts kept drifting to Finn, who was still yet to return. He already had a rib and an organ removed; what else could they possibly do to him in a day? However, she would not know; this was all brand new to her; the whole kidnapped and tortured thing was never really taught in school.
Although her thoughts were complaining about her situation, her body complained about an entirely different thing. Aila couldn't help but shift uncomfortably in her seated position. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst; she held it off all day, but now it ca at her in a soaring vengeance; the worst part of it was that they had no visitors all day. Other than the guards who took Finn away.
Crossing her legs, she searched her surroundings in the hopes of finding a solution; she was busting, but what was she ant to do? She could not wee herself! Standing up, Aila leaned against the wall, her legs crossed again, and her eyes clenched shut as she began to take deep, calming breaths. This was the last thing she needed to worry about right now. Stupid bodily needs.
"What's wrong? Stop making that face. It's not pretty... Seriously though, are you in pain?" Ajax observed her from his position behind bars.
"I will be if I continue to keep this wee in!" Aila blurted out. She might as well get comfortable around him; they would be sharing the sa space for a while.
Ajax's eyebrows shot up, then relaxed as his eyes crinkled in amusent.
"There is normally a set schedule for toiletry needs. Showers are twice a week; we get to actually leave here without being tortured or experinted on. And a toilet twice a day."
"When's the next break!?"
Ajax shrugged and tried to decipher the ti from the darkened window,
"Soonish? We should have our als delivered by now. It is quite late."
Aila gritted her teeth.
"If you need to go, just go, preferably in the corner on Ajax's side," Gabriel spoke from the cell door he sat against.
"I am not peeing in the corner like a dog!"
"We tend to use a bucket over there anyway, so it does not make any difference. But suit yourself. It does not concern ," Gabriel expressed with dull enthusiasm.
A BUCKET!? She was not going to go in a bucket!
Her head dropped as she tried to think about what to do.
"It seems. There is a new hunter. Now that could work well for you, Aila." Gabriel spoke again.
Aila opened her eyes, desperate to get this new hunter's attention. But when she opened them, nobody was there. Ah, vampire hearing. His senses were a lot better than hers.
After a few minutes of waiting impatiently, a young guy with short golden hair who looked to be the sa age as them walked towards the cells. He carried two tal bowls and slid the first bowl through Ajax's cell. Aila took the chance to waddle over to the cell door.
This new hunter now stood in front of her. His eyebrows shot up in shock as he looked down from his 6 foot sothing height; a look of pity flashed across his face at the state of her, feeling self-conscious she placed her hand at the back of her head; this seed to snap him out of the fleeting mont as a mask of disdain slipped back onto his features.
"Stand back." He barked.
Aila took a few steps back while he slid the bowl through the bars by her trainers. He turned around abruptly and walked away briskly.
"Wait! Please! Sir!" Aila shouted after him.
He stopped and stood rigid, his back still facing her.
"I am new here, and I am desperate for the toilet. I have not been!" She pleaded from the cell she stood in, almost leaning against the bars in distress.
He turned around, his eyes rounded in shock but returned to her cell, his face composed once again.
"Hands," He said gruffly.
Keeping her eyes downcast, she held her hands out in front of her; she hissed at the contact from the chains wrapped around her wrists. The man then lowered down and looked up at her expectantly,
"Really?"
"Oh. You don't want the toilet?" He snapped back at her.
Aila closed her mouth and nodded before stepping closer to the bars; he reached in and wrapped the chains securely around her ankles. Once they were tied, the young hunter opened the cell door and grabbed her by the arm before shoving her forwards. Unlike Connor, his push was not quite so hard, and she found herself walking normally. Or as normal as one could be when they were busting for the loo, with their feet chained up.
Aila started to make her way to the stairs but was then held back by a tug on her hoody. Looking back, she saw the hunter pointing at a bucket in the corner, a grim expression on his face.
"Please. I cannot go there," Aila begged; his face hardened as he crossed his arms against his chest.
"Please, I can't go in front of them or you.." She walked slowly towards him; he tensed at the sudden proximity, "I need to go for a number two
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