across the room to meet her. There’s a prison guard with her, wearing a blue uniform with a hood covering his face, but he’s quiet as he stays in the shadows, his posture decidedly bored despite me not being able to see him.
Looking through the small opening in the door, I see that the female is dressed in a red uniform much like my gray one. She has dark hair at the roots that changes to an awesome electric teal color that I instantly appreciate, and she has an equally beautiful face. She’s leaning against a silver cart filled with food, and my stomach grumbles.
“UberEats?” I quip. “I placed my order ages ago. Not a good way to earn a tip.”
The girl smiles. “Sorry. You gave me the wrong address,” she replies, playing along.
I give myself a mock forehead slap. “Of course! I forgot to put 101 Naughty Corner Solitary Avenue.”
“Happens all the time,” she says before motioning down to the tray. “What’ll it be?”
I stand on my tiptoes so I can see the array of food options she has through the door’s window. “I guess...the plastic-wrapped sandwich, a bruised banana, the bag of crushed chips, the stale cookies, and some room-temp bottled water. Except multiply that order by five,” I tell her. “Solitary makes me hungry.”
With a soft laugh, she starts passing me things through the slot on the door clearly meant for food—which in my case is an assumption, because until now, no one has delivered food to me other than Rook. I take the items one after the other. “What did you do to end up in here?” she asks. “You seem...not terrible. Not like some of the others I meet down here, anyway.”
“I just joined in on a prison yard fight, turned into my beast, and knocked over some guards,” I tell her with a shrug as I place my goods on the floor. “What about you? How’d you get put on food duty?”
“Just lucky I guess,” she smirks.
“What are you?” I ask before I can stop myself. I’m drawn to her in this really strange way, and yet I have no idea what she is.
“Late,” she answers, sidestepping my question. “I gotta go back to the other level and deliver more food. See you around.”
“Wait, what’s your name?” I ask, watching as she turns to wheel the cart back the way she came.
“Selena. You?”
“Sinclair.”
Her scent finally hits me, and a smile crosses my face. “Ooh,” I exclaim, surprised. “I see what you are now.” Damn. No wonder I was drawn to her. She’s a siren. Her very nature draws people in and drives them crazy. “Work it, girl,” I say, fanning myself and tossing her a sultry smile and a wink. “It’s getting hot in here.”
She laughs, the sound melodic. “Nice to meet you, Sinclair. Don’t eat all that in one sitting.”
I shrug. “No promises,” I tell her. “Oh, and I’m a huge fan of Pop Rocks candy. If you see any, do a girl a favor,” I add, and she nods with a smile before disappearing into the shadows with her escort.
As soon as she’s gone, I change my uniform into the same red color that she was wearing, wishing I could be put on food duty too. Think of all the snacks I could nab!
Oh well, at least the prison decided to feed me today. That’s something.
Sitting down on my cot, I bust out some of the food she gave me and have myself a prison picnic for one. The food is delicious. The company kinda sucks though.
I’m sleeping heavily, dreaming about fucking multiple men at one time, all of them faceless, and none of them with a lick of cockatrice to them. Boring brown hair and no tails to speak of, they’re giving me mediocre sex and subpar orgasms, and they’re nothing at all like that asshole prison guard of whom I now no longer speak.
“Sunrise.”
I frown in my sleep as one of the Average Joes stops thrusting into me as he says that word.
“Sunrise,” he says again, but his moving lips don’t line up with the voice, so it’s like a bad Japanese voice-over movie.
“Stop talking,” I grumble, my jaw feeling heavy, though it has nothing to do with the dream-threesome I just had, unfortunately.
“Sunrise.”
Great, now it’s the other faceless dude saying it. What, are they stuck on repeat?
“There is no damn sunrise! I know that, because you can’t see the goddamn sun in this goddamn dark, depressing cell!” I tell