Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,76

the mood to do anything but let the beads of water continue to roll down my drenched skin and wallow in my sorrows. I felt like a loser sobbing over spilled milk, but all of this was hard to bear when you didn't know how to get out of it.

No escape plans. No way of getting a speck of sunshine. No idea of what I could be. There were far too many unknowns and that was frustrating.

Hands rested on my hips, and I opened my eyes slightly.

"Go away, Otis."

He didn't respond with words, but his hands slid to my waist, his arms securing me into an embrace. His sudden affection tugged at my heartstrings, but my stubbornness fought to remain victorious.

I didn't want his sympathy. Tomorrow was their last day, and then I'd be back alone in this place. Heck, they could decide I wasn't worth the hassle and money spent on this fiasco and give me up to the highest bidder.

All of it was sickening, and I knew without a doubt that I wasn't even getting the short end of the stick. Other people imprisoned in these walls were getting taken advantage of.

Stronger supernaturals who knew their worth and power, and still might be rendered useless down here, beaten up by their fellow inmates or even the guards who were supposed to protect them.

From the interaction I'd had with that gorilla woman, that wasn't the case in the slightest. In here, people only cared about themselves and their needs. I should have learned to do the same thing.

All of this is stupid.

"Cassandra."

"Why do you guys love me?" My harsh question was followed with me spinning around to face Otis, who was in an orange top and black cargo pants.

His face was emotionless, hiding whatever was bubbling inside him as he prepared for what could have been a mini tantrum.

"Cass, this isn't the—"

"Why. Do. You. Like. Me." I wasn't going to let him brush my question aside. He didn't have to interrupt me during my wallowing moment, and this was what he got for doing so.

The whole situation made me an impatient mess, anger, doubt, and sadness overflowing from the pit of my heart. This prison wasn't just messing with my physical needs; my emotions and mental health were all over the place.

Some days I was happy and grateful to breathe the air given to us and live another day in this pitiful place of solitary hell, and other days left me feeling hopeless.

Only a month here and I was basically going insane. Imagine three, six, twelve months ahead. Would I even last that long?

What hurt the most was that the guys would be leaving soon. I'd be left alone here once more and the thought was eating me alive. The echoing loneliness that clawed at my very being kept triggering my anger and desire to be with the people I loved.

It reminded me of how precious my time was with my men and Everett. I kept regretting not giving life my fullest and instead playing around as though life would always grant me frivolous opportunities.

The whole imprisonment was opening doors and tunnels I'd ignored, and now it was time for me to face all of them, as repetitive as it felt.

How could they love someone as naive as me? Our worlds were completely different, this place only emphasizing their unique qualities versus my dull ones.

Why love a weak person like me?

"You're open-minded." Otis's whisper drew my attention as he stared into my eyes. "Your beauty has always been obvious, but it's not what attracted me to you. You look at the world through a different lens than most. That's not a human quality. That's specific to you." His hands moved to rest on my hips once more, shivers running down my body at his electric touch.

"You are strong. Loving. You commit to things you know will be beneficial to you and bringing joy to others. Being human never stopped you before. It's only because of these conditions that you think otherwise." He moved his hands up my sides until they were resting on my shoulders.

He pushed me back gently, my back pressing against the tiles before he pressed his body against mine. The water that began to soak his clothes didn't faze him as his eyes searched mine.

"I love it when you get angry. You think we hate it because of the consequences of that temper of yours, but I think it's fucking hot." He brushed his lips along