Daxton’s POV
I really need to stop letting this asshole knock me out, my head is pounding. I straighten up, wincing against the pain as I slowly open my eyes. I don’t even know what time it is but I do know that I am busting for the bathroom.
‘You hoo! Tyson!’ I call out croakily, my voice like sandpaper as I lick at my cracked lips.
‘Ty Ty! Are you there? Come back to me man, I’m lonely’ I add with a snicker.
No response. I yell louder, ignoring my throat’s protests about being used, ‘come on dude! Some of us need a sponge bath.’
The door slams open but it’s not Tyson this time, it’s some other dude who looks like he lives off a diet of steroids and weight lifting.
‘Keep it down’ he growls in annoyance.
‘I need the restroom man, you can’t expect me to hold it for the rest of my lif
