Wild Sky could feel half-forgotten reflexes coming online, like a sudden torrent of water through an open floodgate. A tingling sensation rippled down her limbs, which now brimmed with newfound strength.
It dawned on her that although her and YJ’s situation was precarious, they were by no means in mortal danger.
Beside her, YJ figured that even though he was on his knees, he wasn’t about to take death lying down. Time to make a play, he thought.
“Mr. Singh, sir?” he said. “I really need to go to the little boy’s room.”
Singh smirked. “Boss says you’re to stay put and shut up, so stay put and shut up.”
“You don’t really want me to do my business down here,” YJ said. “It’s going to smell real bad, even if you kill me.”
“I kill you, you’re going to do your business in your pants regardless, so shut up.” Singh said, running a hand through his wavy black hair.
“All right,” YJ pursed his lips, sighed inwardly and let his bladder go.