Page 53 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
Muscles in his groin twinged. If this kept up, he was going to do something unsightly. He put down the bottle of water and leaned forward, cradling his stomach in his hands, trying to move as slowly as possible. All he wanted to do was rock back and forth.
“Collin.”
He jerked upright. “Sir.”
“Do you have something to ask me?”
Collin slumped. “How much time is left, sir?”
“Five minutes. Do you have anything left to drink?”
“A little, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth hummed in the back of his throat and turned away. Collin cradled his belly, knees drawn up and splayed out to make room for his aching stomach, and lifted the last of the water.
The final iota of the liquid was sloshing in his throat when he put the bottle down, but at least it was inside him.
He put his head down on his arms.
A hand settled on his shoulder. “Collin, do you have anything to ask me?”
“Is it time, yet, sir?”
“Yes.”
Relief rushed through his back. “It’s all drank, sir.”
“Good work. I’m going to take a call in just a few moments. Stay there. If you need anything, just put your hand on my thigh.”
Horror rolled through him. His belly cramped, and his groin spasmed. He made his hands into fists.
Mr. Reevesworth picked up his phone, turning back to his desk.
The next ten minutes were hell. What Mr. Reevesworth discussed on the phone Collin could not have reported even if threatened with a knife. His entire being was focused on holding in and holding back. At some point, his hand snaked down between his legs and gripped himself.
He flinched when Mr. Reevesworth’s hand again came down on his shoulder. “Collin, do you have anything to ask me?”
How am I dizzy from drinking?
He blinked up at Mr. Reevesworth’s face. “How much longer, sir?”
“When I said I was going to keep you close, I meant it. I have a couple more hours here, then I thought we should stretch our legs, go out to eat. I usually go to Meti’s today.”
“I mean how much longer do you want me to stay here, sir?”
“Until I’m finished.”
“I—” Collin shuddered. “Sir, I really need to use the men’s room.”
Mr. Reevesworth gazed down at him for a long moment. “You’ve needed to use the toilet for quite a while, Collin.”
Collin gritted his teeth.
Mr. Reevesworth stood. He held out his hand. Collin took it.
Mr. Reevesworth pulled him to his feet. “Come.”
Collin followed Mr. Reevesworth’s out of the office, across the living room and into his bedroom. Mr. Reevesworth pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside. He motioned to the toilet.
