Wednesday 2 p.m.
After being given another large meal, using his urine bottle and receiving a warm sponge bath from Misty, he felt better. It probably helped that she'd been sweet and not threatening and ask permission to jerk him off. He relented. She'd teased him until when he finally came, it was a hard spurting load and he'd nearly yelled it was so intense. She took care of the hot seed by licking it up and he realized how much this woman was into him. She'd probably do anything for him. "Anything?" he thought.
"Mm, Misty, you're too hot," he whispered to her. "I wish I wasn't here. I'd take you out on t'e town, show you a great time and make love to you at t'e end of the night." He gave her an intense, sexy look. "Sound good, lass?"
She blushed. "Well, yeah. I mean I really like you. I liked you since you were in FCW. And I was angry when people got mad because you won the WWE Championship right off. I mean they were just jealous because …"
"Yeah, yeah, right t'anks," he wanted her to shut the hell up. "Why don't you just let me go? You and I could just leave toget'er and you could come down to Florida with me." Misty's eyes lit up. She smiled a mega-watt grin.
"You wanna rethink that one?" Ellen's voice came from the doorway. She sauntered in looking at Sheamus like she could claw his eyes out and then she turned to Misty, slapping her hard across the face. Misty's eyes watered and jaw dropped. "You stupid bitch. He's just trying to get away. He doesn't give a fuck about you. Take you to Florida. Bitch, he wants to put you in jail."
"And you can fecking go with her," he spat at Ellen. Misty looked at him with a sad expression. "Whuh? You t'ink I want to wine you and dine you? Fuck off." Misty's heart broke as she realized he'd just been trying to win her trust. The women left without a word