head in frustration. "Dammit, Cass! You're supposed to figure out a way to escape this place. Am I supposed to seduce him to unlock these things? Actually, that's impossible. I can't even seduce Tristan into giving me some of his food. This is fucking ridiculous." I groaned and tried to sit up by moving the cuffs up the bed rails of the medical bed.
It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it was good enough.
I glanced down to see the odd uniform I was wearing. It was an orange vest-like top, the color more of a dark, rusty orange than the standard bright prison jumpsuit.
I could only get a peek of my bottoms, but it felt like I was wearing black jogger pants with a bunch of pockets and a black belt.
It was obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra, which was already going to be a pain in the ass with my breasts, but prisoners can't be choosers when you're locked up for bullshit reasons.
Jeez. I was kidnapped! I shouldn't even be here.
This whole scenario was helping me realize what a spoiled life I had lived prior to this. I got to live in a world where I could do what I want, be around the people I cared about, and focus on whatever dreams I had.
Spoiled could have been the wrong word, but I had never really dwelled on the idea that others were stuck in such situations like these. From what I knew so far, I could only imagine how many supernaturals were kidnapped against their will and brought to the depths of this place.
I'd only been in prison for, what? Five days? Which I spent knocked out, and I already dreaded the confining walls.
If I say I'm claustrophobic, will I get a bigger prison cell? O.M.G., a cell. He said the walls are grim and moldy. Why couldn't I be taken to that Dubai place? There could still be a chance for me...maybe? I wonder who the other girls he was talking about are? I could potentially befriend them. Hmm...I've never been good with befriending girls. Why do I have to be an oddball at making friendships?
I knew without a doubt that if this place didn't have a normal routine other than chilling in a boxed room, I'd be doomed.
I'll go insane with boredom.
Quickly scanning my top half, I noticed that I had no wounds from the ordeal I'd experienced. Good that my body was in one piece, but it only proved that something could be wrong with me.
Am I really a supernatural? Was that man referring to my actual parents who ditched me for being like them? No. If they're not humans, and I'm supposed to be something special, then it only proves they didn't want me to begin with.
The thought didn't hurt as much as I expected it to. My parents ran off to continue their lives and somehow managed to become rich, while I was taken in by Everett and fate surrounded me with four of the strongest men I knew.
The door opened, the buffed-up guy back with a tray of food. The aroma alone had my stomach growling in praise, which only had me blushing as this man smiled proudly.
"I'm a pretty good guard if I say so myself." He lowered the food to the tray next to my bed — the one that also had what looked to be my chart and information.
"You're supposed to be evil and starve me to death," I noted. "Also, how am I going to eat with these things?" I nodded to the handcuffs, one on each wrist and connected to the bed rails.
"Right." He nodded but continued standing there. "Depends on a few minor details."
"Like?" I pressed, intrigued at what these details were, though I didn't really care what they were with my hunger growing by the second. It had to be an act of torture to bring steaming hot soup, baked potatoes, and chicken and let it sit there on display.
Diabolical, I tell you.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Nope." I shrugged. "Big buff guy with red hair and gold eyes, who could kill me with a single punch, guard?"
He seemed amused and took out a keychain with four keys, spinning it along his index finger while his other arm crossed over his buff chest.
"I really don't know who you are, but starving me is only going to lead to me rambling about how hungry I am."
"At least you're honest." He looked intrigued by me. "No