When she’s soaped up, I spray again. She moves under the water, getting everything off her skin. Once the water is off, I hold up a hand, telling her to stay as I bring everything back to the bathroom. I grab her bucket before locking it up again. When I return, she’s in the same spot I left her in.
Good girl.
It will be smart if you’re a fast learner.
I wave a hand lazily towards the cot, and she moves. Still dripping wet, her feet covered in mud, her lips are pale blue, and she’s shaking. I don’t really care; she pissed me off at the beginning.
I would have been nicer but we don’t reward bad dogs. I lock up her ankle again, dump the water bottle and sandwich on the bed. Picking up the tray and without anything else, I head to the door.
Once outside her cell with the door locked behind me, I rip off my hood. Alpha is standing there, tucking his phone back in his pocket. “Doesn’t seem like she fought too much. She won’t be too hard to train if she stays this way,” he says with a chuckle. My lips pull into a smirk.
“Nope, just a little poodle.“ We both laugh at that and head out of the basement, going to the living room to play some video games until Bravo gets back from his job. Then, we will go over the plan for the morning. Red is gonna hate it, but my body is vibrating with excitement.
Let the games begin.
Chapter 11
My eyes stay glued to the door for a few minutes after he leaves. I’m getting whiplash. The bastard changes every time I see him.
Are there multiple guys?
I think it over for a second, sure his personality changes, but everything else is the same. Those deep green eyes, his height, body and the way he holds himself with power.
Maybe he has a disorder.
I sawa show about that.
That thought makes the most sense; if there were three men, they couldn’t all look the same.
Why the mask?
I pick up the sandwich and take a small bite. The meat tastes off, but this isn’t the time to be picky. My stomach has been cramping from hunger. The “breakfast” barely cut the emptiness I felt. Going back to my train of thought, I run all the information over.
He already bought me, so why hide his face? Maybe he’s ugly?
I trash that idea as his intense eyes and god-like body run through my mind. There’s no way someone like that is ugly. He has about a foot or more on my 5‘3 frame, and he definitely works out. I smack my forehead in frustration.
Stop drooling over him!
He bought you at a fucking auction!
No upstanding good man would do that.
What did he mean this morning?
Working with him?
What kind of work could he do?
My mind races over jobs, each one is worse than the last. I shake away those thoughts and finish my food. Drinking a few sips of water to drown out the lingering taste of foul lunchmeat. Even though I spent all day pacing the space I could, I stand up.
Moving to the end of the cot, I examine it for the 50th time. The metal legs are pushed down into the dirt. Cement fills the holes so I can’t move it.
I shift my ankle cuff so the lock is facing out and line it up with the bed’s leg. Cocking my leg back, I kick, slamming the lock into the leg. I do this ten times until my leg aches from the power of my kicks.
The lock is unharmed. My one plan failed. I had hoped that if I could get myself unchained, I could surprise him the next time the door opened and bolt. I give another kick, and the next time I blink, everything is black. The fucker turned off my light.
I stomp in frustration and huff, throwing my arms in front of me. I feel my way back to the cot and lie down, curling myself into the fetal position. My body is freezing, my hair still wet and starting to frizz.
