Max growled as the last of his spunk shot off and spattered down on her. She lay there helplessly, listening to the big trucker getting off this horrible way. When he was through, he stepped out of the tub, looking at his soiled feet, then squatting back down on the toilet seat and wiping them off with a bath towel.

"You look like a piece of horse shit, baby," Max said, laughing hard. "You gonna come through with your damned niece?" he asked, raising his eyebrows while throwing the towel away. He started dressing, puffing his pants up while still staring at Linda as if she were some kind of interesting art piece.

"Never!" she spat back, the smell rising from the tub.

"I should leave you like that… leave you so your fuckin' precious niece can rind you and figure out your number," Max said, chuckling.

He pulled his boots back on and slipped his flannel shirt over his broad shoulders. Humming some country and western tune, the big man bent down and untied the ropes holding Linda's ankles together, then reached around for the keys to the cuffs and freed her hands.

Linda sighed, rubbing her sore wrists, then she climbed out of the filth and mess under her. She retched, holding her hands to her mouth. She grabbed the towel Max had cleaned himself with. All the water in the world couldn't wash away the horror. It would take her forever to clean that tub, not to mention herself.

"I'll be back, baby, back to take care of you again. And you think about your niece," he said, pointing a finger at her as he ducked out of the bathroom.

Linda sank down on the toilet seat, covering her face with both hands and sobbing. She heard the sound of the back door slamming shut. Max was gone for the day.