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5
Raven
I leaned against the door,my wobbly legs almost giving out from under me. If I’d hesitated even a second longer, Ben would be in my room right now with his clothes on the floor and my thighs wrapped around him.
Why I was suddenly thinking about sex around the clock, I had no idea. It had to stop by the time I went to class tomorrow or it was going to be a very difficult day.
Peeling myself off the door, I felt for a light switch and flicked it on. A florescent light hummed to life above me and I squinted against the brightness of it. I made a note to invest in a lamp if that so-called allowance was actually worth anything.
Finally, adjusted to the light, I looked around my new living quarters. It was much nicer than I expected. A large four-poster bed with a fluffy white comforter and a dozen pillows took up one corner of the room. Along the back wall was a good-sized desk already lined with office supplies and a sleek black laptop.Nice.I wondered what kind of homework I’d end up doing on that little machine. Did magic schools make you write papers?
On the floor next to the desk was a navy blue backpack with the school’s crest and my name embroidered under it. How the hell did they have time to get that ready for me? I wondered if there was a way to magically apply stitching to bags. That would come in handy for repairing ruined clothing.
Glancing to the other side, I saw a closed door. My brow furrowed as I walked toward it. I half expected it to be a door connecting to the adjoining room. Hoping it was locked, I turned the handle and stepped inside a massive bathroom. I switched on the lights and gasped. It was magazine gorgeous.
We’re talking spa like.
Who puts a bathroom like this in a dorm room? Not that I was complaining, but it seemed excessive. A giant jetted tub, oversized shower, vanity with a stool and a separate sink filled the spacious room. To the right of the sink was another door.
Quickly, I walked toward it and opened it to find a walk-in closet that was nearly as large as my entire apartment. In fact, I was sure the bathroom and closet combo was larger than my apartment.
I turned on the light and discovered that the racks were already lined with clothes. Most of them were school uniforms. Variations of white-collared shirts: short-sleeved, long-sleeved, and sleeveless. Black skirts, shorts, and pants. Several black blazers and sweaters hung next to the pants. Some of them had the school crest embroidered on them and others were plain.
The other side of the closet had jeans, a variety of tee shirts, and a few black dresses. Next to those were several coats. A lightweight jacket, one made of leather that would cost more than I made in a year, a black peacoat, and a puffy black coat I was guessing would survive a winter in Alaska. It was literally more clothing in this one place than I had owned in the last decade. This had to cost a fortune.
I turned again and found several red ties hanging on hooks next to a shelf full of shoes.
Eighteen pairs of shoes.
Who the hell needed so many shoes?
I knew lots of girls liked shoes, but I’d never thought of myself as one of those kinds of girls. But seeing the boots, heels, trainers, and flats lined up like this made me squeal.
Black matte, black shiny, soft black leather, fuzzy black something. All the shoes looked like they were designed to go with the largely black wardrobe I’d acquired.
There was no way I could afford any of this.
I set down the knee-high patent leather boot in my hand and took a step back from the gorgeous clothing. Was this really for me? Or was this some kind of trick to get me to screw up? Would they send me a bill if I touched any of it?
Feeling nervous, I wiped my damp palms on my tattered pants. This morning I’d been towed away in chains for accidentally incinerating two assholes who tried to kill me - or maybe do other things with me and then kill me. Either way, they deserved what they got, but that didn’t make me feel okay about what I did. Maybe I should be in that magical prison Dr. Green warned me about. Because I certainly didn’t feel like I belonged in here. This was so far above my station it wasn’t even funny.
I felt uncomfortable. And like they were going to realize what a mistake they’d made and drag me out of this place any minute.
I ran a hand through my hair and spun in a slow circle, taking in the massive closet. Funny, how something as simple as clothing could make me feel so insignificant.
I’d worn the same pair of jeans to work every day until they tore in the crotch, forcing me to get a new pair.
I slept naked because who had time or money to waste on washing clothes just for sleeping?
Brow furrowed, I approached the last part of the closet I hadn’t investigated. Four drawers next to the rows of shoes.
Holding my breath, I pulled open the first drawer. I let out a relieved sigh. It was full of underwear and bras. That wasn’t so bad. And it was kind of a necessity.
I picked up one of the black bras. Of course it was black. It was my exact size. How the hell did they guess on my bra size?
A chill ran down my spine. How did they know anything about me? It was so weird. But it made me think I was probably supposed to be here. This wasn’t a mistake. They wanted me here.
It still didn’t make sense, but I supposed it was better than the alternatives. Magic prison sounded scary as hell and to be fair, my shitty apartment and barely scraping by every month wasn’t much better.
