“Want to use the toilet?” he asked.
I nodded and we shuffled off to the little room at the back of the cellar. When we got there, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. He turned me around, backed me up until my legs touched the cold porcelain edge of the toilet and I sat down. Pissing with the rings in place was going to be interesting. It was. The rings hung down and caused splatter and that brought a shot of pain to the pierced flesh. I started and jumped up off the seat, peeing on the floor and down my legs. The nose ring was yanked, hard and I pitched forward, nearly falling as my chained ankles made me trip. I went down on one knee and his knee caught me in the nose. I screamed as the blood started to run back out my nose from the blow and the piercing hole. As I stood up, my fo
