He licks his bottom lip and then turns towards the toilet. I’m certain he isn’t doing what I think he isdoing until he lifts the lid and unzips his pants.
I grimace and face the wall while the sound of his urine hitting the water fills the small room.
“Feel free to look,” he says over his shoulder. “Take a little peek at what lies in your future.”
A shiver rolls down my spine.
When he finishes, I finally manage a haggard breath, hoping I’ve just endured the worst of thisencounter.
He moves to the sink to wash his hands, and for the first time, I notice his limp. It is slight enough thathe can usually play it off, but in the enclosed space, he doesn’t have as much room to move andmaneuver.
“One of these nights, the man in the dark mask is going to ru
