[Depraved]

She brought the knife back up to his face, and stroked his cheek with the flat of the blade. He stared at her, shaking, as she patted his face with an impatient hand.
"I don't think you're even trying to have fun...I'm having to do all the work here..."
She pulled the gag from his mouth with distaste.
"So, Sully; I could really go for another beer. You know where a girl could find one?"
He worked his mouth for a moment, watching her eyes. She stood over him, knife poised. He chose his words carefully.
"There's plenty of beer in the kitchen."
She cocked her head and looked at him strangely.
"You gonna be all right while I'm gone?"
Vera-Ellen smiled, and walked to the foot of the bed.
"Now, you're gonna have to work with me here."
She yanked on the bottom sheet with both hands, and frowned as he just lay there with fear in his eyes.
"Pick your damned self up, so I can strip the bed!"
She cursed in frustration, and pulled again. This time, he complied, and shifted around enough so that she could remove the sodden sheet, leaving the mattress bare. She wadded up the urine soaked cloth carefully, managing to avoid touching the stains.
She glared at him with suspiscion.
"I really don't trust you not to be a tattle-tale, Sully."
Whipping his head back and forth wildly, he jerked away from Vera-Ellen as she moved back over to where he lay. She forced the fouled sheets between his teeth, then flashed him a picture perfect smile.
"If you're a good boy while I'm gone, I'll let you have a beer!"