Page 10 of Bound By Thorns
I shouldn’t be lusting after a woman who was my nightmare. No matter how many times she’d treated my wounds, she was only preparing the pig for slaughter.
But,God, that hunger in her eyes had me reeling.
I couldn’t help but watch her watch me. Watch her drink me in with desire exuding from each of her pores. Her jet-black hair which barely reached her shoulders, was freshly combed and shiny. I could even see the blue veins on her pale cheek in the dim light of this dungeon.
She was like a tempting miracle, wrapped in a sadistic body, meant to entice you. I bet that’s why Garret kept her around. To make us prisoners lose our balance. Make us forget that our purpose here was to escape.
I shook my head and dropped back down to do the pushups I was barely able to do.
Five more, Logan.
My muscles started to ache, and I could feel the cuts on my back open and close with each pushup. The burning stinging sensation had my eyes tearing up, but I completed five more before giving up.
I remembered the time Leora and I would have pushup competitions. I missed the ridiculous bets we made. Fuck, I missed her. I missed Zarek and Dylan. I missed my whole squad. I even, for some odd reason, missed Sebastian.
I had two choices, I could escape by myself, or find a way to send a signal to my squad telling them I’m alive. But I didn’t know how to do that sitting here, rotting in a fucking cell. I did know, however, that Kaylan was Garret’s priced possession. The same Kaylan I had lusted after seven years ago, and the one who had lusted after me a few minutes ago. I could use that to my advantage.
“You thinking about that whore?” 387 disrupted my thoughts.
I looked at him, scowling. For some reason, I didn’t like him calling her a whore.Icalled her that. I wanted to be the only one calling her that.
I ignored him.
“I wonder what she tastes like,” he laughed, “She’s such a young thing. She must not be tight, though. Garret would be stretching that cun—”
I kicked the bars of my cell with my bare feet, letting the sound of the lock clanging against the metal. I wanted him to shut up. Even though I knew what probably went on with Garret and Kaylan, I didn’t need a visual representation from fucking 387.
“Now, now! Don’t get attached, 424. She’s just a distraction. A good one, though,” his gravelly laugh irritated me further.
“Shut up, or so help me God…”
He grinned at me with his rotting teeth, “What’s your name, soldier?”
I remained silent.
“At some point, you will have to tell me. We’re neighbors after all.”
I grunted and shifted to not face him.
“C’mon, tell me, soldier.”
“I’m not a soldier anymore, 387,” I growled.
“Fuck 387. I told you to call me Brodie. I’ll forget my fucking name otherwise. I already feel insane,” he huffed.
“Fine,” I said shortly.
“Fine what…?”
I rolled my eyes, “Fine,Brodie!”
“Atta boy.”
He shifted closer to his cell’s bars and poked his nose out, “You think you can get that whore to help us?”
His face beamed with excitement.
When I stayed silent, he continued, “She looks at you like she wants to tear down those white little boxers you wear and milk your cock. Maybe she likes you. Tell her to help us, soldier.”
