The room smelled overwhelmingly of piss and blood. She was almost thankful for the fact that heโd cut away her pants to see the tattoos on her legs, because it meant at least they, unlike her underwear, werenโt soaked in her own urine, itching and uncomfortable as it dried.
The discomfort there barely registered however, because all Luna could really focus on was the pain in those long strips of removed skin. From her right arm heโd taken three inch-wide strips- two on her upper arm and one that started at the side of the elbow and travelled down to the wrist. They were all bandaged up now so while she couldnโt see them, the constant aching and stinging reminded her of their presence. When he'd been doing it she had drifted continuously in and out of consciousness, Luna's body wanting to separate her from the pain. It hadn't worked.
This morning heโd started on her other arm, and that one was freely bleeding now and, god, she wanted to just press her hand against it, feeling like that might relieve the stinging somehow. It wouldnโt- she knew that would probably just hurt worse, but the desire remained.
An impotent desire with her hands still taped down.
When he came back down and fed her a banana โ shoving the pieces in her face and making jokes about her being an expert cocksucker (a joke that didnโt even work since she wasnโt eating the banana whole, but Luna wasnโt in the place to bring that up) โ Luna tried to reason with him, just a little.
โPlease just let me go to the toilet.โ
โSmells like you already did,โ he said and wrinkled his nose.
Luna hated the embarrassment and shame that coursed though her. It was his fault!
โWell, itโs gonna smell much worse when I shit myself.โ
He grimaced at that thought and then sighed. โYou can have a bucket.โ
โFine,โ she agreed quickly. โI can have a bucket.โ