Chapter 18
Monday 19 January 2032
“Good morning, Maise.”
Maise wasn’t in the mood for polite niceties.
“f**k off.”
Her captor filled the plastic tub with more water. He stood in front of her holding the half-full container.
“Water?”
“f**k off.”
The man looked down by Maise’s feet. She was standing on tip-toes in a pool of her own urine.
“Looks like you made a bit of a mess, Maise. You’ve wet yourself.”
Maise scowled at him.
“Well, I could hardly take myself off to the loo now, could I?”
The man nodded. He threw the dirty water from the tub onto Maise’s urine.
“Fair enough. How are the wounds?”
“How d’you think? They’re stinging.”
“Hmmm. I suppose they would, yes.”
“Still. It’ll all be over soon.”
Maise didn’t know if that was good news or bad news. She was certain that thi
