fucking paint off of your face and out of your hair and I'll go get you a clean uniform."
He shot away from me without another word and I released a string of colourful curses about him, hoping he was still listening in with his bat ears as I did as I'd been told.
The water was hot as I switched it on, and I couldn't help but sigh as it washed over my body, realising I was having the first private shower I'd been gifted in months. It was bliss.
I took my time washing myself, making sure I got all of the paint out of my hair as I enjoyed the small luxury and I maybe made some overtly sexual noises while I did so like I was on a Herbal Essences commercial from back in the day. But if people were nosing in on me while I was washing then they only had themselves to blame if they didn't like what they heard. Or if they did.
I shut the water off somewhat reluctantly and stepped out of the showers, but as I hadn't known I was coming here, I didn't have a towel so I was just left to stand there dripping wet and waiting.
When Cain didn't return and goosebumps began to rise all over my flesh, I rolled my eyes and looked around the room. There was a bench beside the lockers next to the showers, so I strolled over to it and kicked it over, cursing loudly as it crashed to the ground.
Cain shot into the room in a blur of motion and came up short right in front of me. "What happened?" he demanded, "I thought you hurt yourself."
"I'm alright, thank you Officer," I replied sweetly. "I was just trying to find a towel."
Cain clenched his jaw as he fought not to drop his gaze from my face and I licked my lips slowly.
"Do you want to look?" I asked, stepping closer to him as I let my gaze travel down his muscular frame and remembered how it had felt when he'd bitten me. I hated him, but I could admit to myself that I hadn't hated that. I'd quite liked being at his mercy if I was totally honest with myself. It was hot.
"You need to get dressed, Twelve," Cain bit out, but he didn't leave so I stepped up right in front of him and placed my hands on his chest.
"Do I haunt your dreams, Officer?" I whispered, sliding my fingers down over his black shirt as he watched me like he was waiting for me to pounce. "Do you like to think about chasing me? Hunting me? Biting me?"
"I like to think about putting you in your place and seeing you reform your character."
I laughed flirtatiously and tiptoed up so that my lips were pressed to his ear as I whispered my reply. "Liar, liar."
He snarled at me and I stepped back fluidly, laughing as I tugged his shock baton from the holster at his hip and spun it in my hand tauntingly.
Cain shot forward with a snarl of rage, snatching the baton back from me and wrapping his other hand around my throat as he pinned me back against the lockers. He jammed the shock baton against my left side and rested his thumb over the button to switch it on.
I raised my chin and looked him dead in the eye as I smirked at him, daring him. "Do it, boss man. Teach me another lesson."
For a long moment he just gritted his teeth and let the threat hang between us, his grip tightening on my throat as he searched my expression for something, but I had no idea what.
"Do you take anything seriously?" he demanded. "Or is everything just a game to you?"
"Like the way you played with me and then tossed me away when you got bored?" I challenged. "You might have the power to ruin me, Mason, but you don't have the power to make me bow to you."
"I did a bit of research about you, you know," he said in a low tone.
"Oh yeah? If you found the pictures I did for that naked photoshoot you should know that I regret them now. I had a lightning bolt design on my pubic hair and in hindsight I think it might have been a bit tacky."
"I know what your father did to you to give you those scars," he breathed, refusing to be baited and every muscle in my body