Chapter 17: The Pit’s Flood
Piss Soaks – Steel Holds
By Restrained4U
The pit pulsed, air heavy with sweat and leather, red lights flickering over concrete walls that loomed tighter since Marcus’s biometric lock sealed their fate.
Leo slumped in his chair, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, cane welts itching under damp skin, eyes darting with a wild mix of frustration and jagged glee. Marcus lounged, jeans tight, boots scuffed, chest streaked with wax crust, shifting slightly, the beers from earlier pressing his bladder. Ryan sat stiff, vest creased, cap low, leather pants scuffed. Jamie leaned forward, latex uniform slick with sweat, patrol boots scuffing, exhaustion carving a bitter edge into his shadowed glare – fidgeting, full and ready to unload.
Leo took the black velvet bag from the table – Marcus’s toss still ringing – shaking it with a clink of cards sharp in the air. “My turn – guess I’ll see what this pit’s got for me,” he rasped, voice thick with a surfer’s drawl turned dark, a hint of humility softening the edge. He pulled a black card, white letters stark, reading slow, “Restrained to the shower wall, all others drench you through the grate until there’s no more to give.” He set it down – FLOOD’S DRENCH – jaw tightening as he stared at it, mind churning. Flood? Drench? Is this what I think – piss from these bastards? A twisted grin flickered, fading to a hard stare.
