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I’ve punched this man and kneed him in the balls without him even being fazed. I’m going to need more to take him and the others down. Physical pain doesn’t seem to affect them. If I attempt it, I’ll have one shot to knock them out so it’s got to be perfectly placed and hard.
Looking around the bathroom, I search for items that I could use. The mirror is a good option, like Theon suggested. Or I could put some soap in his eyes and suffocate him with the towel. Oh, maybe I could use the lid on the back of the toilet to bash his head in.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head. I already know you’re strong—you’ve shown that, but you’ve never faced three monsters like us.” Theon’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“You haven’t seen strong yet, Theon. I think you still underestimate me, but I’ll show you just how strong I am. It will be when you least expect it and you’ll crumble under my thumb,” I growl, standing to remove my bra, and slide my panties off the rest of the way, with his eyes still on me.
Stepping into the shower, I turn the water to the hottest it can go. The heat feels amazing on my aching muscles as my skin turns bright red. I grab a rag, load it up with body wash that smells like Blais, and start washing the dried blood from my skin.
I can’t help but think about Blais. His pale, tattooed skin, pink hair, and the dark demons in his eyes. His brown eyes swirled with lust and violence when my blood touched his tongue. The way he so easily licked the crimson flowing down my body tells me that wasn’t the first time he’s done it.
It was like he needed to taste me. Like he was craving it.
I wonder why he’s so obsessed with blood.
I realize that my thoughts are full of Blais, but my eyes haven’t left Theon once. He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t trust him. The glass walls of the shower allow me to see him so I know that he can see every part of my naked body. His eyes rake over my exposed skin, but he looks disgusted. Whether it’s stemming from the sight of me or if he’s at war with himself for liking what he sees, is a mystery.
His brows are turned down, an angry look permanently etched on his face. The light color of his scar is beautiful against his dark skin. Part of me wants to ask how he got it, but I remember that he’s one of my captors and I wisely keep my mouth shut. Not like he’d tell me anyway.
My eyes roam down his body, catching on the huge bulge in his jeans. Of course, he would be affected by a naked woman rubbing soap all over her body, but I can tell there’s a spark of desire there that he tries to hide. I could use this to my advantage. I was willing to use my body to get to Novak, so why not these three?
They might be crazy, but they’re men, and I’m pretty sure they’re straight. Sexual temptation can bring anyone down if it’s strong enough.
If it comes down to it—I’ll try it.
Steam billows around me, fogging up the glass so I can’t see Theon anymore, but I watch his blurry silhouette while I wash my hair to make sure he doesn’t sneak up on me.
When all the soap is washed out, I shut the water off, dry my hair a little and wrap the towel around me. Stepping out of the shower, I notice Theon is holding something in his hand. He pushes it toward me and I realize that it’s clothes. I don’t even know where he got these because I hadn’t seen them in here earlier.
I grab them, saying nothing. I don’t have anything to say, and I’m sure as hell not saying thank you to the asshole.
Dropping the towel, I pull on the oversized black t-shirt. Judging by the size, I’m going to assume it’s Theon’s, considering it hangs down to my mid-thighs. I can feel his eyes on my breasts peaking under the shirt, moving down to my bare legs. The heat from his stare kicks my ass into gear and I hurry to put the sweats on.
“Too bad the bloodthirsty one or the one that seems to have you both by the balls didn’t come help me. They’re more fun,” I taunt, trying to get a rise out of him. His eyes darken, but he keeps quiet, like usual.
When I’m fully dressed, he grunts and grabs my arm, manhandling me again. He pushes me down the hall back toward the room they were holding me in, but when we get to the door, he guides me right past it.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, trying to twist out of his grip.
His hand wraps around me tighter. We arrive at a door that looks like it’s straight out of a prison. The metal creaks as he opens it and shoves me inside, quickly closing it behind me. He wraps the chains and turns the key in the lock before pulling on it to make sure it’s locked.
I grab at the chains and the bars keeping me in here, frantically trying to get free. The bars are too close together for me to squeeze through and the metal isn’t budging. “Theon, no. You can’t leave me here. Please,” I croak, shaking the bars in front of me. My throat feels like it’s closing in and my breaths are turning to pants. “Theon,” I try again, using a tactic I learned in training. Using names makes it more personal.
Theon stares me down, lifts his hand, dangling the key between his fingers to taunt me before leaving.
He’s leaving me here.
No.
A sob is stuck in my throat, but I don’t let it escape—I won’t let it.
I try the chains again to no avail. Turning, I look toward what I’m going to call home for now. It’s concrete everything just like the other room, but there’s a tiny bed with a pillow and blanket, a bucket, a tray of food, and a bottle of water.
Well, at least they aren’t trying to kill me from malnutrition. But that also means they aren’t going to try to get rid of me quickly. They’re likely going to drag this out.
It hits me. There’s a tray of food, maybe there’s a fork that I can use to try and pick the lock. I rush over to it only to be disappointed there’s no silverware.
Fuck… Fuck!
