Max offers Walter a deal if he can get her out.

"Max why-" Walter began only to stop mid sentence when Max put a hand on his arm and stepped forward into his personal space.

The stall was tiny and disgusting and it made Max feel trapped. Knowing that Walter, the same cop who's coffee she spat into every week was the only thing standing between her and having two dozen crooked cops have their way with her wasn't making her feel any better.

"Doesn't matter why," Max muttered then looked up at him. "What matters is that I need to get out of here."

Walter's eyes narrowed. Max was beautiful beyond belief. Easily the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on so it didn't take his mind long to start imagining all the despicable sexual acts he would **** upon her if he had the chance. And maybe after nearly six months of weekly visits this could be his chance.

"Hey!" Max fiercely whispered the grip on his arm tightening until she regained his attention. She really didn't have time to waste. "You're gonna show up tomorrow for your rent money right" You get me out of here and I'll make sure you're repaid."