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derisively.
    Hysterical woman?!   I opened my mouth, ready to hurl more “barbed comments” at him.  But Bradley’s hard growl stopped me.
    “You had better keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you,” he warned.
    While I felt comfortable enough exchanging angry words with Sean, Bradley was another matter.  My insults seemed to roll off Sean like water.  And while that irked me, it didn’t scare me like Bradley’s aggression did.  So I pursed my lips against the furious words that I wanted to fling at him.  Bradley held my glare for a moment, then shrugged, turning to Sean.
    “I got some painkillers for you, buddy,” he said, his voice suddenly gentle.  He handed his friend a couple of pills and a glass of water.
    “What are those?”  I demanded, the doctor in me wanting to make sure that the drugs wouldn’t thin his blood.
    “Oxycodone,” Bradley snapped.  “You have a problem with that?”
    No, Oxycodone should be fine, but…  “Where did you get that?”  I asked, curious.  Surely Bradley hadn’t been able to get a prescription for it.
    “None of your business,” he said dismissively, not even glancing my way.
    Sean had already swallowed the pills anyway, so I guess my consent didn’t matter.  But I supposed it didn’t really matter where he had gotten them, so long as they alleviated Sean’s pain.
    “Thanks, man,” Sean said gratefully.
    But watching him drink the water made me suddenly, acutely aware of my own needs.  No, I couldn’t ask Bradley for that.  It was far too embarrassing.  But what was I going to do?  Deny my needs indefinitely?  As though that would work.
    “ Ummm…”  I said quietly, blushing.
    “What is it now?”  Bradley asked shortly, his patience clearly wearing thin.
    “I need the bathroom.”  My face was surely crimson now, my cheeks burning.
    Bradley blinked, as though this eventuality had never occurred to him.  “Oh,” he said.  He cocked his head at me, considering. Sean cleared his throat pointedly, and I was surprised to find him staring down his friend, an imperious eyebrow raised.
    “Fine,” Bradley said finally, realizing that he couldn’t deny me.  Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the cuffs that had held me so cruelly.  I couldn’t suppress a small sigh of relief as the feeling of freedom washed over me.
    But then Bradley patted at the bulge in his waistband where he stowed his gun.  “Don’t try anything stupid,” he warned.
    I scowled at him, wishing that the gun would go off and shoot off his dick.  I definitely wouldn’t have any qualms about letting him bleed out, oath or no oath.
    I painfully pushed myself up onto my feet, my cramped muscles protesting after being trapped in the same position for so long.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Sean’s mouth was hardened into a grim line, but I didn’t have time to contemplate what it meant; my needs were too insistent.
    Bradley positioned himself behind me, giving me a push in the small of my back so that I stumbled forward.  “This way,” he instructed, his voice gruff.
    I headed for the door, and I realized that I would be able to see the rest of the apartment for the first time since I had been captured.  This could be my opportunity to search for escape routes.
    We walked out into a small living room, which had a cramped kitchen connected to it.  I caught a glimpse into a second bedroom, and I realized that Bradley must live here with Sean.  There were three windows: one in the living room, one in the kitchen, and one in Bradley’s bedroom.  I could see that there was a fire escape outside of the living room window, but I made sure not to let my eyes linger lest Bradley realize what I was doing.  He prodded me towards the door between the two bedrooms, and I opened it to enter the bathroom.  I went to close the door behind me, but Bradley stopped me short with a strong arm against it.
    “Uh-uh,” he said.  “The