Chapter 10
Simon slipped a brown cotton bag lined with black linen over John's head and his world went dark.
'Might be time to whisper a few final prayers, John,' said Simon.
'Could you at least let me have a pee?' said John.
'What? You want to die with some dignity?' laughed Simon. 'Duncan, get the boy a bucket.'
John felt someone undoing his pants and pulling down his underpants, then a hand gently held his p***s.
'Go ahead, John. Piss your heart out,' said Simon.
John let himself go. He'd been holding it in ever since they'd dropped him through the trapdoor. He had no idea where it was going but it sounded like it was going into a bucket. He was relieved that at least he wasn't peeing his pants.
When he'd finished, he felt his p***s being shaken and wiped with something soft.
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