Instead he kicked her moderately, forcing her over on her hands and knees and telling her to crawl to the bathroom. It was a terribly awkward, painful position. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her while her ankles were rubbed raw from the line binding them together. Her knees moved slowly over the carpeted hall, the piling burning her skin.

Max was shouting at her, telling her what a whore she was, what a bitch she was while all the time she was pretending to be a high-minded lady around town.

"Okay, baby, inside."

Max stepped to one side, holding the door open while he watched Linda crawl over the bathroom floor tiles. She looked confused, staring at him, wondering what else he had in store for her.

"You're all fucked up with the belt. Gotta wash you up."

He scooped the woman up from the floor, pushing her hard against the wall. Linda's head struck the wood molding of the doorway, dazing her temporarily. Max held her around the waist, wheeled her around and dropped her into the shower stall. Linda felt the cool plastic bottom of the tub against her bare feet. Leaning against the white plastic siding, she moaned, her knees starting to buckle under her. She couldn't give in like this. She had to fight back, had to find the strength to resist somehow. If she didn't, Linda knew she'd give in to Max's desires; she'd be turning Janice over to this animal. She couldn't do that!

"This'll wake you up."

There was a squeaking sound, followed by the rush of a broad stream of icy water. The cold spray shocked Linda into consciousness. The breath went out of her while her flesh tightened and started to turn a light blue. Linda's pussy snapped shut while the woman tried crossing one leg over the other in an attempt to protect it from the icy water. Twisting around to one side, Linda screamed in indignation, calling Max a filthy son-of-a-bitch while her feet slipped dangerously on the wet plastic floor of the tub.