Page 47 of The Butterfly Killer

"I'm bored out of my fucking mind. I'mnotlaying back down." He hobbled away, his heart pounding in his chest. He half expected Roman to shove him onto the mattress and tie him up. But he didn't.

Roman just watched him struggle to walk over to the kitchen. He filled a cup with water and downed it. He gasped for air after and then went for a second. Still, Roman watched him.

When he was done drinking to his fill, he hobbled to the chair Roman had been sitting in and had read his book. There was a shelf next to the somewhat cushioned chair. All of the books were old, the latest from the eighties at best, and Marcus didn't recognize any of them.

He picked up a random one,Intergalactic Quest,andflipped to the first chapter.

The left side of his face burned from Roman's stare. He stood there for a few minutes and while Marcus tried to focus on thewords on the page, all he could focus on was Roman and what he was going to do next.

Eventually, Roman stepped back into his little nook and went back to work. Marcus sighed with relief.

At least he could get lost in this story and somewhat forget where he was.

However, a problem arose half an hour later. It was a problem he couldn't brush off without having some embarrassing consequences.

Marcus scrunched his face and shifted in the chair as his bladder began to hurt. He ignored the pain and successfully held it in for another fifteen minutes. But the pain got worse and it was evident that if he waited too long, he was going to piss himself.

He slowly closed the book and put it to the side. He listened to the sound of Roman working. He thought over all the possible scenarios in his head and they all ended with him either asking for help or Roman thinking he was trying to escape and Marcus wetting himself on accident.

He pushed down his pride and stood up.

"I'm going pee," he announced as if he was still back at the station and needed to report.

He was slowly but surely making his way to the front door when he heard the curtain pull open. He grappled for the door handle and just managed to twist it open when he heard Roman's heavy and quick footsteps behind him.

The door burst open from a strong wind, the cold air hitting him like a brick wall. The door flew out of his hand and slammed into the stool in front of the lounge chair. Marcus ignored it and limped out onto the tiny porch.

"Marcus!" Roman sounded like a disappointed parent as he lunged for the front door in an attempt to close it.

The snow turned Marcus's bare feet to ice as he stepped out. He made it only a couple feet before he felt like he was going to keel over. He was frozen like a statue when he made it down the first step.

But he was already out here and he wasn't going to go back inside.

His hands shook as he reached for his pants and pulled himself out.

"Are you serious?" Roman grabbed him and was about to jerk him back when he looked down at Marcus's crotch.

He turned his head, shaking it in disbelief. Marcus was too cold to care at the moment. He relieved himself and almost sighed when the pain he'd been feeling dissipated.

He shook himself off and tucked his now cold dick back into his pants. He lost his footing when he buttoned his pants up. The steps were icy under the deep snow and his cold feet were no use when he couldn't move them.

But before he could crash to his death, Roman caught him and pulled him against his chest. His arm wrapped around Marcus's chest.

Marcus stared frighteningly at the ground where he could have possibly cracked his head open. Also, though less dangerous but still not ideal, he would have landed in his own piss.

"You couldn't wait for me to take you to the out-house?" Roman sounded exhausted.

The embarrassment Marcus hadn't felt early was now creeping in. It was too much that he couldn't even relish in the fact he was starting to wear Roman down. Annoying him was all he could do with a fucked up leg.

He tried to push Roman off, but he was too tired. "I can piss by myself"

"Sure. And you didn't almost just fall."

Roman grabbed Marcus's chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. Marcus wadded up spit in his mouth and was about to launch it into Roman's face. Roman noticed it before he could. His hand tightened on Marcus's jaw, forcing his teeth together so hard it started to hurt. Marcus glared at the man.

"Next time, just ask."

Roman's eyes hardened. He tightened his hand even harder on Marcus's face. His fingers dug into Marcus's cheeks. Marcus thrashed his head back and forth to get the harsh grip off. Roman shoved his head back.

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