Going Bush

“So. What’s your name?” the blonde asked, stepping around him after throwing the gag aside.
Taylor took a moment to gather himself before replying.
“Taylor,” he stuttered, keeping his eyes away from her.
“And are you a virgin, Taylor?”
“Excuse me?” he couldn’t help but go on automatic defense, even as his wrists were tied.
“Are you a virgin?” she repeated, as if it were the most common thing to ask.
“I really don’t think that’s any of your…”
“It’s not a hard question,” she frowned.
“Of course it isn’t,” Taylor shrugged, “but I don’t see why you’d need to know.”
She began to advance on him a little, and he couldn’t help but step back.
“Are you or not, Taylor?”
Realising he was going to be cornered if she didn’t let up, he finally stood his ground.
“I’m a father of two,” his voice almost cracked.
“Oh…” she smiled, taking hold of his chin as she continued looking him over, “a family man then.”
“What do you want?” his voice lowered.
She gave him an odd look for a moment, before letting go of him and stepping back a little brandishing the key Trent had given her.
“I sincerely doubt you answer Bernard back as much.”
“I don’t think he has the same intentions somehow,” Taylor shook his head.
“Clever boy,” the girl laughed, before indicating for him to spin.
“Turn around.”
Seeing that she had the key ready, he cautiously did so. He felt her unlocking the chains, and rolled his eyes with relief. Though he couldn’t help but wonder if something similar would be on his wrists seconds later.
“Guess we’d better get you cleaned up,” she was still smiling.
He held his wrists as soon as they were free, slightly unnerved at not only again the sight of Zac’s blood on his hands, but his own blood escaping from scrapes from the chains.
“There’s a lot of blood on you,” the girl began nonchalantly, moving around him so she could see his face again, “but it’s not yours. Did you hurt someone?”
“No,” Taylor replied sternly, “they… they shot my brother.”
“You’re really not having a good time are you?” she almost giggled, “maybe that’s something we can change?”
“I’m sorry,” Taylor shook his head, able to look her in the eyes again, “but I’m spoken for. I love my wife.”
“Well you won’t necessarily get a say in it, now will you?” she cocked her head slightly, before grabbing hold of him by the shoulder.
“Now as I said, let’s get you cleaned up. Bathroom’s over here.”
She pulled him over to one of the doors that led from the room, and opened it to reveal a rather disgusting green bathroom. She shoved him in and stopped to look him over again.
“I’ll give you ten minutes. Carlie should be here by then. I suggest you get over your shyness before then,” she said, before closing the door.
“Shyness?” Taylor frowned to himself, before looking around.
Trying not to pay too much attention to the surroundings, he ran the water and stripped down to have a quick shower.