I again blamed Nikolai for meddling in my life. If he had left me to marry that fool Mario, maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't be this dire.
Minutes passed, and my stomach began to grumble with an urgent, uncomfortable pressure. God, was this really happening?
I felt an intense need to relieve myself, but given my immobility, I had no idea how I could manage it. I tried to hold on, forcing myself to be strong.
Mercy!
"No!... Ahhh!" I clutched my stomach, writhing on the floor. "Help!!!... Please, someone help me!" I cried out, but my pleas went unanswered.
It seemed I had no other choice.
With trembling legs, I slowly managed to stand up. I awkwardly removed my jeans shorts and bent down.
I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but what other option did I have?
As I crouched on the cold floor, the urge became unbearable. I had no choice but to let go, feeling a mix of relief and shame as I did.
