wrong thing?
I don’t think so.
We hear it then, the booted feet heading our way, and it pops our bubble of happiness. Sighing, I look up at Jair. “Time to play again. Next time I see you, we are putting the plan into place. It’s time to show them exactly what kind of monsters they have kept locked up.”
He grins with an evil look in his eyes, and I know I have the same one. Monsters recognise one another, after all. “Until then, my rising moon, make them hurt.” He kisses me soundly before helping me to my feet. Stepping back, he pretends to be chained as I wait in front of the door, hoping they won’t look too closely at him.
The door swings outward and five guards stand there sneering at me. “Well, hello again,” I purr. “I’m afraid we got a little bored and decided to have some fun, hope that’s okay?”
“Grab her, Amos wants to talk to her,” one orders.
“Oooh, Assmos? Why didn’t you say so, let’s go.” Winking back at Jair, I push through the guards, whistling as I start to saunter away, feeling them gape after me.
I hear the cell door slam shut then they soon catch up with me. One grabs my arm, but after Jair’s loving touch, I find myself hating their hands on me, so doing as Jair prompted, I rip out his throat with my nails.
Stepping over the body, I carry on walking. “Don’t touch me.”
They yell and get mad, but don’t try to guide me again. Instead, two walk behind and two stride in front as my hand steadily drips blood behind me like a Hansel and Gretel trail.
Let’s see what the great and powerful Assmos wants now. I hope he has cake this time. I’m famished after all the fucking and blood drinking. I wonder if I told him that I wouldn’t kill any more guards if he would get me some?
See? I can be a good prisoner, assface, now cake please?
I doubt it, might be worth a try though.
Sliding the tray through the hole in the cell door, I snatch my hand back as a stone claw comes through and seizes it. Grumbling, I throw the now empty trolley into the storage cupboard. Why the fuck am I being a maid again? Oh, that’s right, my mate has a plan.
I should have just grabbed her and got her out of here when I had the chance, but she distracted me with her logic and boobs and now I’m stuck serving all the crazy fucking monsters and criminals the council keeps down here. It’s taken me over a day to do my section and exhaustion is settling in, so I head back to the nephilim sleeping quarters. Some of them are already asleep, one even has a knife in his grasp as he snores.
The fucking psychos, and people think I’m crazy, it’s no surprise when I grew up with these nut jobs.
I head to the back of the room, past the beds, and find a corner I can put my back to. I need sleep, but I’m not trusting them not to attack me when I’m weak. Sliding down the wall, I press my spine against the cold brick and pull out two blades, one in each hand, and close my eyes.
I know I need sleep, I need to be rested and strong for whatever my mate has planned, but shutting my eyes is like sleeping in a viper’s nest and sends a shot of adrenaline through me as I wait for them to attack...but then nothing happens.
I start to relax, sighing as my body unlocks from its defensive position, and I slump tiredly as the adrenaline drains away. The cold from the floor seeps through my wrinkled clothes, making me shiver. The air is stale and smells like you would expect with over forty men asleep in here—bad. I focus on everything else, trying to get my mind to settle. I anchor myself in the moment, what can I smell, feel, and hear…
Eventually I relax enough so I start to feel myself drift off to sleep. I sleep half awake, keeping my ears open for any attacks, but the room is quiet other than the rhythmic ticking of a clock.
“Mum,” I call, my fist propped under my chin as I watch the hands on the clock move slowly. “Where is he? He promised to be here by five, but it’s now half past. He’s always late! He promised this