In a cramped, windowless room, a woman's bladder screams for release. Her eyes dart to the locked door, then to the full bottle of water in her hand. She's been here before, teetering on the edge of control. She tips the bottle, gulping down the liquid, welcoming the familiar burn. Her legs cross, uncross, as she struggles to hold on. Sweat beads her forehead, her grip tightens on the chair's arms. The dam breaks, and she surrenders to the rush of warmth, her body relaxing as she succumbs to her desperation.