Wifey 4 Life by Kiki Swinson

I couldn’t use my hands to massage my mouth because they were
    tied behind my back. At that moment I remembered that I had a utility knife in the
    side pocket of my purse. If only I could find my purse, I would be able to free
    myself.
    “Whatcha want?” he asked me.
    I could tell he was a little irritated, but before I answered
    him, I scanned the entire room to see who was there. There were two guys, and the
    chick from earlier was nowhere in sight.
    “I need to use the bathroom really badly,” I said, hoping the
    men would be sympathetic to my bathroom needs.
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you get up,” he said, not sounding
    sorry at all.
    “So what am I supposed to do, just sit here and piss on myself
    ?”
    “You can if you want,” he replied.
    Since I wasn’t getting anywhere with this asshole, I looked across
    the room to the other guy to see if he would cut me some slack. “Hey, look, I’ve
    got to use the bathroom really badly, so can you please tell this guy to untie me
    so I can go?” I asked, displaying the saddest expression I could muster.
    “Sorry, but I can’t override his decision,” the other guy said.
    Obviously, he couldn’t care less about my problem.
    The guy standing over me with the tape in his hand leaned toward
    me to put it back on.
    I stopped him in his tracks. “Hey, can I ask you a quick question?”
    “What is it?”
    “Look, it’s obvious that I’m not going to get out of here alive,
    so can you just please have a heart and let me use the bathroom? It’s not like I’m
    gonna try to escape or anything.”
    “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
    “Then what are you worried about? Because all I have to do is
    pee, and that won’t take nothing but two minutes.”
    The guy looked down at me for a complete five seconds. Then he
    looked over at the other guy. I turned to look at the other guy too. His facial
    expression stayed the same.
    “It’s up to you, dog,” the guy sitting on the couch finally said.
    The guy in front of me turned his attention back to me. “A’ight,
    I’ma let you go, but don’t try no funny shit, or I’m gon’ kill you my damn self
    !” he warned me.
    “Thank you so much,” I said.
    I sat there patiently while he untied the rope from my wrists
    and ankles. I don’t know how long I’d been unconscious, but from the numbness in
    my legs, I could tell that it had been at least an hour, if not longer.
    When I stood, my legs felt like they were going to give way.
    “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk on my own,” I told the guy.
    “I can carry you if you want,” he said.
    “How would you do that?”
    “I can throw you over my shoulders.”
    The thought of him lifting me up and carrying me over his
    shoulders wasn’t what I really wanted, so I decided to tough it out and walk on
    my own. Honestly, I didn’t want him touching me. I wasn’t about to let him get a
    cheap feel off me. I figured if it was time for my life to be over, I should go
    out with some dignity.
    “Never mind. I can manage,” I assured him.
    I took the first step with my right foot, and then I took the
    next step with my left, treading very lightly until the numbness went away altogether.
    With each step I took, the more the feeling in my legs came back. I knew one thing.
    If I even had the desire to make an attempt to escape, my plans would be over before
    I blinked my eyes.
    “Which way is the bathroom?” I asked as we reached the entrance
    of the hallway.
    “It’s that door right there on the right.” He pointed in the
    direction of the kitchen. When I noticed the bathroom was less than twelve feet
    from the room where these assholes had me tied up, I knew there was no possible
    way to escape.
    As I approached the bathroom door, he reached for the doorknob
    and opened the door for me. Then he switched on the light.
    I stood at the entrance, peered inside, and got an eyeful. I
    looked at the guy and asked him if this was the only