by getting into trouble as usual and having to eat in my cell — with the exception of the weekly dinner with Alisha and Ivy. God, I'm in the mood for cheesecake. I can't wait to get out of here.
I closed my eyes and hung my head low, wishing I could have been as special as everyone else and tried to get out of here. Again, those negative thoughts haunted my mind, planting their roots to taunt me every chance they got when I was alone in pure silence.
Opening my eyes, I saw the same symbol I'd drawn for years.
"For fuck's sake. Even when I'm thinking about something else, I draw the same damn thing." Shaking my head, I closed the book, tossed it back under my pillow with the pencil, and lay down.
"I wish I could just sleep imprisonment away," I whispered as my eyes came to a close.
Please, my supernatural bros. Find an escape plan.
"Doc? You got a reason for summoning me? I was actually intending to enjoy my life of captivity by having another night of staring at the ceiling and hoping they'll serve orange juice next week instead of apple. I really don't like apple juice, especially since it resembles pee and that was what half the prisoners got surprised with last week thanks to that jokester."
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, kicking my legs up and down as though this was a regular lab appointment with the crazy prison doctor.
I would have thought it was if Doc wasn't frantically pacing the room, each step making my heart skip in worry.
To be honest, I was finally adjusting to the prison life with my four bros, or new lovers, if I wanted to acknowledge our official progress. The relief it brought was mind-boggling to me, even when the despair of my current reality was hard to brush aside. The calm and boost to my inner confidence gave me a sense of acceptance.
With them on guard duty, I tried my hardest to stay up to match their schedule, or at least make time to talk. However, we had to play by the rules most of the time, though the guys still had their moments where they got to play around with the cameras. How they did it was beyond me, but I had a sneaking suspicion Doc was involved.
Each of them had always filled a gap within me that I'd neglected and mentally assumed would fix itself. It wasn’t solely the soft kisses and intimacy we snuck in that sparked this new sense of growth. Their company and the ability to talk about deeper matters and insecurities helped.
Funny how captivity left me in silence within my own mind, and I was lost in fear of that loneliness that struck when none of them were there. With the guys' guard shifts, it helped me ignore those times and realize how lucky I was.
So many thoughts that I really didn't have answers for, but having the guys here instead of where I couldn't reach them at all was making a significant difference. It was uplifting me, and the time was passing by far faster than the previous weeks of counting cracks and sheep and dreaming of a new beginning.
Two and a half months as a prisoner was plenty; it felt like years’ worth and left me with an increased sense of maturity. I was no longer confined in that bubble that the world was beautiful, but everyone was too focused on their own achievements to acknowledge yours.
"Doc?" He hadn't answered me, the pacing really beginning to worry me. "What's going on?"
He finally paused to dart his head in my direction.
"Stop interrupting and sit there! I have ten minutes to think of a plan."
"Until?"
"The witch comes here and kills you herself."
My heart hammered to a temporary stop, my eyes narrowing in question as I tried to absorb what he'd just said.
"Widow is coming here? The place she wanted me imprisoned? No, actually, she wanted me straight out dead, but you know what I mean."
"You're easier to deal with when you're unconscious.”
"Yes, but this isn't one of those incidental occurrences that lands my unconscious booty in your divine care," I reminded. "You also called me."
"I need to figure out how to kill you temporarily," he declared.
"Um, why?"
"Were you not listening to me, woman?!"
"Oh no, I heard you loud and clear, but there's no such thing as temporarily killing someone," I noted. "I'm human...er...whatever I am. That doesn't come with