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Kaiyo glared at her even as he cursed himself internally. He should have listened to his instincts, to the warning of his wards. He’d been so focused on not giving the Garrows an excuse to turn away from the idea of inviting a coven to stay, that he had ignored what his own land had been telling him.
“I think the ropes knock a few stars from your California Hotel,” Kaiyo bit out sarcastically. Josephine shrugged.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be here long,” she said before shutting the door again.
“Hey! Hey!” Kaiyo shouted, but he was alone again in the glaring lights of his prison.
*****
The next person to open the door was Finn.
“What do you want from me?” Kaiyo asked immediately. He had been left to stew for hours with nothing but his circling thoughts.
Finn remained silent, shutting the door behind him as he stepped into the room. He was holding a plastic cup. Kaiyo reared away as Finn raised it to his lips.
“It’s water,” Finn said.
Kaiyo opened his mouth to snarl back but thought better of it. Even if the drink was drugged, what would it matter? His mouth was pasty and throat dry. More than water, though, he needed information if he was going to have any hopes of escaping.
He parted his lips. Finn tipped the cup against his mouth, and Kaiyo swallowed deeply as the water tipped in. It didn’t taste strange, but Kaiyo wasn’t going to lower his guard.
When Kaiyo was done drinking, Finn wiped at the water that had trickled down Kaiyo’s chin. Kaiyo stopped himself from biting him.
“What am I doing here? What do you want from me?” Kaiyo asked, trying to sound calm.
Finn didn’t respond, simply leaving.
“Wait!” Kaiyo said, but the door shut as Finn left.
Kaiyo closed his eyes.
“Fuck.”
*****
Time passed at a strange pace. Minutes melted together, hours passing in silence. The bare bulb hanging from the ceiling was left on, the shadows around him unmoving. He had no way of telling how long it had been when the door opened for the third time.
Finn again. This time he was carrying a tray.
“I need to pee,” Kaiyo said as Finn closed the door and set the tray on the floor. He picked up an empty bottle, unscrewing the lid.
“Okay,” Finn said, stepping towards him. Kaiyo realized what was happening as Finn set the bottle down again beside the chair and went to lower the pyjama pants Kaiyo was still wearing.
“Hey!” he exclaimed, squirming against his binds.
Finn paused, looking at him. “It’s this or soiling yourself,” he said monotonously.
“Are you serious? Just untie me for a moment. You can watch if that’s really your thing,” Kaiyo said. Finn’s expression remained flat and unmoved.
“It’s the bottle or soiling yourself,” Finn repeated.
They stared at each other. Kaiyo clenched his jaw the next time Finn reached for his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment at the sickening intrusion of having Finn’s hand on his soft cock, the tip placed against the opening of the bottle, but it had been hours since he had last relieved himself.
Kaiyo blanked his mind as he peed. The sound and scent of it threatening to choke him.
Finn’s hands were clinical as they tucked Kaiyo back inside his underwear, pulling up his pants. Kaiyo breathed through his teeth.
He allowed himself to be fed. A thin broth and a piece of bread. Kaiyo managed not to roll his eyes at the cliché.
