Chapter 46 Living Hell

Chapter 46 Living Hell
But then Malcolm came, gobbets of hot jizz spurting onto my feet and causing agonizing pain when drops landed on my open wounds. If this was all just part of my feverish imagination, then it was the most awful dream I'd ever had in my entire life.
Malcolm didn't stop until he had pumped himself dry, and then he keeled over onto the filthy straw, his chest pounding as he struggled for air. I was trembling like a leaf at that point, my mind reeling from the horrors I had just witnessed. I simply could not believe that I had ever once felt even the slightest amount of affection for the diseased creature lying on the ground before me.
After a while, I realized that Malcolm had fallen asleep, leaving me in a terrible bind. My wrists were still fully imprisoned in the handcuffs, but every fiber in my being wanted to escape. With no other choice, I had to stand there even as my calf muscles began to ache from the strain of being on my feet for so long.
Sooner or later, I was going to be released, so the question on my mind was what to do once I regained my freedom. I wanted to run as fast as my feet would carry me and leave Malcolm's accursed estate, but then I remembered that my mother was still his prisoner.
Would it be better to run away immediately and then get the police involved to rescue my mother? Or was the smart move to convince her to come with me and both of us leave together?
As I debated what to do, the sun started to slip beneath the horizon. Malcolm slept on, a peaceful smile on his face even as the muscles joined in on the protest from being in the same position for so long. On top of all that, I felt a mounting pressure in my bladder, and once again, I had no way to relieve myself.
I really don't know how long I squirmed there, trying to slip my cuffs, but eventually I had no other choice but to piss myself. I let out a long groan as my bladder drained, which felt so wonderful I nearly cried with happiness. By the time I was done, my feet were wet, and there was a stinking puddle on the floor of the barn, but at least I had one less problem to solve.
I was a bit shocked, however, to see that Malcolm continued to slumber on even though he'd been partially caught in the spray. The light in the barn was quite dim by the time he woke up, and my heart began to pound in my chest, thinking he was going to see what I'd done and start whipping me again.
Instead, though, he yawned and stretched, a big smile on his face like he'd woken up from a lovely nap.
"My word," said Malcolm with a light-hearted chuckle as he got to his feet. "I just had the strangest dream."
I said nothing even as I silently willed that he'd unlock me and put an end to this nightmare.
"I haven't been sleeping well lately," said Malcolm, shaking his head. "But that nap was just what the doctor ordered! Say, Allison, what are you doing over there?"
Huh? Had his fit of madness given him amnesia or what?
"Ahh," said Malcolm, grinning as he waggled his finger at me. "I see. You're playing one of your silly games. I get it. You young people, always full of mischief."
I was so flummoxed at that point that I didn't say a word even as Malcolm fished the key out of his pocket and then unlocked the handcuffs. I immediately began rubbing my chafed wrists, wary he would fly into another outburst.
"That's cool," said Malcolm. "I was young once too, you know? Come on, let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."
Malcolm gestured for me to come along and then walked out of the barn. Part of me wanted to run off in the opposite direction to get away from him, but then I remembered that we were on a distant corner of his property, and I had no idea how to get back to town, so I reluctantly followed him back to the golf cart.
Acting completely nonchalant like nothing had happened, Malcolm began driving us back to the estate. He was grinning and in a jolly mood as if we were enjoying a fun day out instead of fleeing the scene of a terrible crime.
"Say, I really like your dress," said Malcolm, glancing over at me. "It's very pretty. It reminds me of the kind of thing my mother used to wear."
"Um, thanks?" I said, feeling more flustered than ever by his unhinged behavior.
"Ah, what a truly lovely day," said Malcolm with a contented smile, which probably creeped me out more than anything he'd done in the barn.
The fantasy of marrying into a wealthy family had truly turned into a living hell!