Angie stared down at her bed which was covered in insults. No reaction. No cold voice over the speakers. No North storming in here to demand she behave. She settled in the corner of the room, holding Theordore and Wallina close to her chest.
Shoot.
Maybe she should hide her toys. What if he came in here in a fit of rage and stole them from her as punishment?
Hmm. She wondered if North had fits of rage.
Urgh. She was so bored! And hungry. She got up and peeked at the tray of food.
Maybe one half of a sandwich wouldn’t hurt. That bastard would never know. She took a bite.
Oh yum.
Before she knew it she was stuffing another piece of sandwich in her mouth. And then some of the berries and chopped up fruit from the bowl.
In a matter of minutes, she’d scarfed the whole lot down and was left feeling queasy and overly full.
The food rose up into her throat and she raced to the bathroom.
Just great.
What was something that could add to the misery that was her life right now?
Throwing up.
After vomiting up everything she’d just eaten, all she wanted was to get into the shower and bathe.
But she’d already given in to one thing, she refused to allow herself to cave on anything else.
Which meant she was going to stink for the rest of her time here.
Her body trembled as she stood and brushed her teeth. While the rest of her might stink, her breath didn’t have to.
As she stepped back into the bedroom and grabbed her toys, the speaker crackled.
Oh.
So he was still there? He hadn’t abandoned her?
“I can see you decided to use this time for something productive,” he said dryly.
Darn it!
Even her insults didn’t affect him? He was definitely a robot. Or maybe he was made of stone.
She held up her finger again.
Childish? Yes.
Did she care? No.
15
North’s body felt alive as he walked through the door and into her basement prison later that evening.
The only time he could ever remember feeling this alive was when he was submitting to Jared.
Or torturing an enemy.
