Cunning Show

Stella tried to implement breathing exercises to calm herself down. Even though the deep breaths helped her calm her rage & agility down, it didn't help her situation with her stomach. Every breath she sucked, it felt increase of pressure in her stomach. To reduce the pressure in her belly she continued to pass gas at a regular interval, but to her dismay that didn't help her with the situation at all. She began to panic when she thought she have to poop again, but there was only a bucket in that room which she filled to the brim. 'Where will I relieve myself? There's no place in this damn room. I gotta think of a way. I can't hold in much longer. I have to talk to that pervert, even if I have to beg, I will. Pride won't save me or my panty in this situation' Stella made a plan in her mind on how to pursue the man behind the camera."Umm, Mr. what is your name?" she tried to start a conversation. "What will you do by knowing my name?" the voice simply dissed her question."It's because I don't know what to call you that's why I'm asking" she again tried her luck. It was really hard for her to not show the urgency in her voice because she wanted to negotiate with the man and for that she needed to approach him on a lighter level."You can call me K" the man simply replied without revealing anything about him