True, my throat felt awfully dry, but it was because of the constant struggling and nothing more. “I’m still pretty fucking hydrated from when you hosed me down.”

“It turns me on when you swear at me.”

I pulled my head back as much as I could as he sat the spout of the water bottle against my lip. Then he tipped it up, even as I pressed my lips tight. Water trickled down my face and onto my chest.

“Drink, please. I know you’re thirsty.”

As much as I didn’t want to, I ...