Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,37
be victorious in anything they do."
"Then?" I was trying to figure out how someone that powerful could get caught up in here. "How did they land in Boringville Prison?"
"They're Marked."
"By what?"
"No. They're Marked. Meaning, another powerful individual like a Monarch or group within a Monarchy have marked them. Once they're Marked, they're considered a prisoner and must face being a slave to the one who Marked them. Sometimes it’s a good thing. Other times, it's not."
"When you're thrown into prison after being Marked against your own will, I guess that's bad," I commented. "So, these Monarchs and anyone else who is unique get thrown into Level Three, but they get privileges?"
"Yes." He bobbed his head. "The rank, supernatural type, and master's status up above determines how 'free' they are. Meaning, they may be kept here as an alibi—"
"Like me," I interrupted.
"Like you." He rolled his eyes. "There could be a bigger reason why they're here, and with their privileges, they're granted entrance to many of the prison properties like the gym, outdoor pool, garden, etc."
"Hold up." I raised my hand that still held my spoon. "Gym? Outdoor pool? Garden?! Don't tell me there's a theater. No, no. What about a magical waterfall?"
When he didn't answer, I gawked at him. "Wait. Is there actually a waterfall?"
"Let's just say, the lower you're assigned, the more privileges you get for the sake of remaining a prisoner."
"Making prison into a safe haven. That sounds amazing. Sign me up!"
"No," he groaned. "You said you don't like being take advantage of, but you'll jump right into being a prison slave for luxury?"
I thought about it. "Is it really that bad?"
"You'll be granted the chance to go to the underground cafeteria once a week starting tomorrow. You'll learn the difference between Levels One, Two, and Three."
"Do they all wear the same uniform?" I pointed to my outfit. "Also, did you find any bras?"
He blushed slightly before he cleared his throat and composed himself.
"Working on it. Your size is weird."
"I am hurt by your words," I exaggerated. "I love my twins."
"Anyway," he exclaimed. "Only Level One prisoners wear those type of uniforms. Level Two is an orange jump suit."
"Level Three?"
"Whatever their masters desire them to wear, which can be formal dress, sleek catsuits, or nude."
"Nude...clothes?"
"Nude," he repeated. "Anything else you got to ask? That guard should be here any moment."
"Isn't there a fourth level?" I was still trying to get over the nude part, but with time running out, I wanted to know what the deal was with this final level.
"That's for the Absolutes."
"A cult?"
The hard line of his lips had me sighing.
"Okay. Not a cult. Sounds like one. Let me guess. Some elite group of prisoners that get to travel the world or enjoy prison in the best areas like Switzerland or nirvana? Maybe even Narnia! That's real, right?"
His expression was hard to read, leaving me to wonder if he'd even answer any of my speculations.
Especially the Narnia one.
"Yes."
"To what?"
"Narnia." He turned right around. "I'm leaving."
"Wait! What's so special about the Absolutes? Maybe I can get out of here by making fri—"
"Cassandra."
My body went all hot, and I stayed completely still when he turned his head over his shoulder to meet my startled gaze with a dark glare.
His dragon — or whatever supernatural being was caged up inside him — was not happy with me.
"Do not dare talk with an Absolute unless you enjoy pain for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They are some of the post powerful individuals in the supernatural universe, condemned to this place for whatever deadly sins they committed. They don't follow the prison laws. In fact, they don't follow anyone's rules unless you're one of them, and I can guarantee that you are not." He looked away. "You wouldn't want to sit next to one of those beings, and with a ninety to ten ratio between male Absolutes to females, you wouldn't be pleased. They don't ask permission to do anything. I think you can guess where that leads to."
He didn't wait for my reply as he walked away, leaving me speechless and burning hot in fear...and desire.
* * *
I wasn't sure what Omarion had done, but the guard that had threatened me was nowhere in sight so far this morning. I was definitely grateful, but I wondered if he got the stomach flu or something.
Bad karma? Who knows?
The one thing I was grateful for was the set of bras that were neatly placed in my cell this morning.