“You are doing well,” Hanzo says.
Big brother is watching you try and fail to meditate. Admiring your pursed lips and your rosy cheeks. The way you wiggle and squirm subtly. Your butt lifting up off of your legs, only for it to plop right back down. Hands full of your skirt, eyes shut much tighter than they should be. You’re not anywhere near a clear and free mind. All you can think about is your full, warm bladder, swollen and ready to burst inside your belly.
“Don’t be sarcastic,” you whine.
“Not sarcasm; you are– doing well for your circumstances,” he says. Followed shortly by a small, smug chuckle.
Your eyes flutter open so you can glare at him with playful eyes. “Such a liar.” Quickly they close again. Your skirt fluttering on the sides from the leg that has started to bounce underneath you. A mousy whimper sounding off from behind closed lips. Hanzo’s pleased at the sight and sounds of all the tells that you’re at the ends of your rope.
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