The second Zia's last name passed her lips, the outer door swung inward, pushed open by Zackquarius. Ken was behind him, followed by Jacobs. Zia slid herself over the short foot board to stand up at the base of the bed. Phil also stood, greeting, "Hey, boss." Ken gave him a brief nod and stood facing Zia, his hands resting casually folded behind his back, legs to the side, knees locked. For a moment they just stared at each other. For Zia it was more of a glare.
Phil moved over towards Zackquarius. Jacobs remained at the door.
Zia spoke first. "You can't keep me here."
"Evidence would point to the contrary," Ken answered her. "Everyone who actually cares about you knows that you belong here. Who exactly do you think is going to come for you?"
"I don't know, maybe the police?" she shot back condescendingly. "You don't think they'd be interested in, oh I don't know kidnapping, abduction, I'm guessing tax evasion, money laundering, human and animal trafficking, rape, murder…"
Ken cut her off. "I think you're going a bit overboard, sweetheart."
"Your sick," she all but sneered at him with disgust.
Ken merely shrugged.
"And do want to explain what the hell I walked in on? What's that matter old man? Can't keep your wife satisfied yourself? Can't get it up anymore? You know they make pills for that. Serves you right you twisted bastard," she all but spat.
Ken knew what she was doing, but that didn't mean he had to stand there and take it. He strode over to her, grasped the connecting chain of her shackles in his left hand, pulling it forward as he stepped behind her and wrapped his other meaty hand over her throat. He didn't squeeze to hurt her, but it was a commanding hold none the less.
"Now sweetheart," he started, a bite to his tone. "I've been half hard since you interrupted my evening plans with my lovely wife. I don't think I need to have your ass on my groin for you to get my point, do I?" he snarled. Zia didn't move, but she didn't say a word either. She lifted her eyes to Phil, who was standing diagonally from her. She really wished he was the one holding her like this. The chain put enough pull on her limbs that she couldn't move and the large hand on her neck commanded her submission. She swallowed.
Ken leaned in a fraction behind her and sniffed the air. "Dear, I think you need a shower. Not to mention the fact, how long having you been holding your bladder? Girl, I bet you need to pee and badly. So how about you stop being a pain in my ass long enough that we allow you to get cleaned up and more comfortable? Who knows it might improve your attitude? Then maybe we can get you some food."
Sadly, what seemed like the best offer of all at the moment to Zia was the hope of being able to relive herself. She had been trying, but the pressure of her bladder was getting hard to ignore.
Ken gave a soft tug on both her neck and the chain as he stepped back from behind her and released her. He resumed his position in front of her but remained close. "Are you going to cut the shit?" She nodded.
Ken took a half step back. "Now listen girl, there's no camera angle on the toilet or in the shower, but we've got eyes on the rest of the bath. You've got fifteen, twenty minutes tops. Phil and Zackquarius will get you transitioned to just an ankle shackle in the bath so you can do what you need to do."
"Why do I need that?'
"Are you willing to submit yet?"
"No."
"That's why."
"Can I just have Phil help me?" she pushed.
"Two men. Zack's your best bet."
"Because?"
"Because I'm the only one who has absolutely no interest in your lady bits," Zackquarius answered for himself.
"You're..?" Zia started.
"Yup." Zack confirmed.
"You not…"
"We're not all flaming, Doc. My husband would be sorely disappointed right now. But when you meet him, I don't think you'll question any further."
Ken took control of the room back. "Oh, Rodriguez?" he paused to confirm her eye contact. "If you try to do anything, hurt any of my guys, I swear I will chain you up in the shower and wash you myself. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal," she responded haughtily.