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Why is he asking me this, and why the fuck is he staring at me like I have words carved into my face and he’s trying to read them?
“Oh nothing,” he teases, and if his mask wasn’t covering that face, I bet it would be sporting a smart ass smile. “Just that I heard Kurr say that you seemed a little tense when he brought the priest into the room with Millie.”
He’s baiting me, his eyes watching me for a hint or a clue that I might be lying.
“Nah,” I answer smoothly. “Nothing like that. Kurr is mistaken—again.” He watches me for a few seconds, pausing in between his scanning. “Anything else?” I ask irritated.
He shakes his head. “Guess I’ll see you tonight.” He smirks at me before walking off. I fight the urge to pull out my combat knife and flick it straight into the back of his head until the blade is lodged deep into his teeny brain, but then I remember how much the piece of shit is an asset to not only The Army, but to me too.
MILLIE
“Change,” Tripp orders, pointing towards the pile of clothes that are folded on the floor. “What’s happening?” My voice is flat and emotionless. The tears have long since dried, along with
my feelings. I no longer have the need to survive, no longer have the drive to sustain anything that’s
good. I don’t feel.
Studying me carefully, his hands push into the torn denim jean pockets, which are hanging off him
in a way that has my mouth watering when it shouldn’t.
“I think in this situation, the element of surprise will be more beneficial to you,” he answers so
smoothly that it’s unsettling.
I watch him closely, my eyes locking onto his potent glare as my thumb slips under my now dirty
bra. I snap it off my shoulders softly while my eyes remain entranced into his deep blues. The corner
of his eyes narrow, the only giveaway that he’s scowling.
“This what you want?” I ask him and I know I shouldn’t, but all sense of anything has gone. Numb
bleakness is being pumped around my body with every pulse of my veins and every breath I take. I
slip my bra off until my bare breasts are springing free. “You wanna make a girl feel like she isn’t
worth shit?” I continue.
His fists tense into balls on either side of him, as his shoulders square and his stance shifts. He
saunters towards me, but I hold my ground. With my eyes empty, dry and lifeless, I still hold my
ground because I have nothing now. No need to survive. No need to feel. Hell, kill me now for all I
care. I’m a mere shell of the girl I was. My dirty blonde hair trails over my shoulders, my blue eyes
sinking into their sockets from being so malnourished. I have nothing.
His hand flies up to my cheeks where he squeezes them together roughly until my mouth forms an
O. I flinch and he looks deep down into my eyes, studying every fleck of my being. “Get. Changed.” Then he pushes me back until I hit the wall. Stepping backwards and away from
him, I look up from my position. “Get changed,” he repeats, pointing to the clothes. He turns on his
heel, letting out a small growl, and walks out of the cell, sliding the door closed on his way out. I scuffle across the floor, snatching the bundle of clothes in my hand before quickly slipping out of
my underwear and removing the wings. Standing in the musky chill of the cell, I glance down at my
