There certainly seemed to be a lot of rules for people who are to be murdered, reflected Lauren glumly as he reiterated his rules to her. At this point all she wanted was to go and pee. She dutifully brought her hands to the front which earned her a smirking grin. She wobbled when she stood and stretched her sore muscles but walked to the bathroom with his grip on her shoulder.<br/><br/>She went in and tried to push the door shut but he shook his head and kept his foot in the door. It was mortifying to pee with a man standing there, but less mortifying than soiling herself. Her bladder cramped and she almost whimpered in pain but refrained from doing so, that bastard was certainly listening. After she wriggled her bikini bottoms back up again she washed her hands and looked in the mirror. She looked a fine mess. Her hair was all over the place and her chest clearly showing a bruise from the electric cord. She washed her face and wished she could drink some water but with the gag it was impossible. When he cane in she pointed at the tap and her mouth.<i>Please, water... please. </i>