Sygrayem

Beth surveyed the board in front of her, trying to focus all of her attention on the key battles that were beginning to emerge.

Unfortunately, her body was betraying her.

The jug of water had been emptied multiple times as she tried to satisfy her dry mouth, but this had left her bladder uncomfortably full. Beth had hastily switched her legs a few times, but it did little to satisfy the cramps that had set in.

Her arms were aching after being held across her torso for so long. Beth longed to drop her limbs, even for just a moment, but they were the only things hiding her breasts. She readjusted, trying to soothe the pain in her shoulders.

She was finally feeling the effects of the **** her bare feet had received. Her soles were in agony after being sliced open by the sharp ice and rough ground. They had been crushed by the crowd on her way from the hotel, and were stinging so badly Beth struggled to hold back the tears of pain.

Aa Borgov considered his next move, Beth shook herself awake. Her body had shivered itself to the point of exhaustion, and having not eaten anything since the previous evening (causing her stomach to rumble so loudly Beth was convinced everyone in the city could hear it), she was on the point of collapse.

The loud click of the chess clock jerked Beth back into focus. It was now her turn again. Remembering her strategy, the nude girl moved her piece.

That was how Beth Harmon had been operating for the past 4 hours. Wracked with pain and feeling utterly helpless and pathetic, but someone managing to focus on the game when it was her turn.

Beth risked a glance at her opponent. Like the previous time she had glanced up, Borgov appeared his usual robotic self. He seemed totally unflustered by the nude beauty sat in front of him, and hadn't taken any lingering looks at her exposed stomach or the hint of cleavage that was visible. She was just another opponent to him.

Despite her dire predicament, Beth refused to ask for help. If she left the table, she knew that she wouldn't return. They wanted her to ask for a coat, or a pair of shoes, but she **** herself to carry on through the humiliation.

Beth took a moment to press her free hand into her stomach.

"Shut up!" she mentally screamed at her empty stomach and bursting bladder.

Her own body had joined the fight against her, but the frozen, hungry, mortified girl would not let it win.