Dakota’s POV
Man, I needed to pee. You never think about that when you watch those thriller movies and the girl is chained up in some dirty pit, how do they go to the bathroom?
I’d been fidgeting on the bed for over an hour, and it was getting into serious, wet my knickers, territory now. I had eyed the half full bottle of water that Tank had left beside the bed along with the two full ones he threw on the mattress, wondering if I could drink the liquid and use the empty bottle.
I was pretty sure I’d get more on the outside than the inside, so I had shelved that idea but now, it was becoming a serious option.
Scanning the room for the umpteenth time, I still found nothing that could be useful, even if I could reach it.
Rolling onto my belly, I ran my hand over the edge of the bed, inc
