Page 9 of Reaper

“Fucking hell, you eat like an animal.”

Yeah, buddy. Keep your mitts off my food.

“Ketchup?” I asked, ignoring his statement.

He shook his head and went into the kitchen. I glanced at the time. No wonder I was starving they had me locked up for nearly seven hours.

???

“Any more burgers left?” I asked, lying on the sofa rubbing my belly. I chuckled, remembering his face when I drowned my fries with ketchup. At one point, I thought he was going to throw up.

He sat on the reclining chair opposite from me. His lip curled up in disgust.

“I should have left you in the Shed.”

I yawned and stretched out. My legs were dangling off the edge of the couch because I couldn’t be bothered to reach down and take them off after eating.

“Can I use the bathtub?”

“No. Not until you learn to eat like a fucking human.”

I closed my eyes and smiled. I’d never met someone who I enjoyed poking so much.

???

When I woke up, I was in the small bedroom. I pulled the covers off and noticed my boots were put neatly in a corner. My jacket was still on me. He must have brought me in here after I fell asleep. Pretty decent of him to make me comfortable without trying to strip my clothes off. I frowned. I had been relaxed enough to fall asleep with him in the same room as me.

I stood up and looked out of the window.

Damn. They had a fair bit of land and this massive building. There were a few other buildings, but they had high brick walls with barbed wire covering the top. I opened the window to stick my head out to get a proper look.

They had industrial-sized CCTV cameras dotted along the wall. I realised I wasn’t worrying about escaping but more about my family getting in.

“You would break your neck jumping from this level.”

I jumped at his voice.

“I’m not suicidal—yet. It depends on how bad your company is,” I said, turning to face him. “You didn’t knock. I could have been changing.”

“Into what? A normal human being?”

Ah, fuck. Good point. I have no other clothes to change into.

“Can I get a bath and a change of clothes, please? I am sure there are laws around prisoners of war.”

He walked into the room and stood in front of me. His arm reached out, and I flinched, but his hand went behind me to close the window.

I tried to push his chest back, but he didn’t budge.

“Personal space,” I said and waved my hands around.

He lifted me up by my waist and sat me on the window sill, moving closer to me. I looked up at him, and he looked down my top. I yanked my black vest top up, trying to cover my boobs.

“Why wear it if you didn’t intend to flaunt your tits at everyone?”

I poked his chest.

“I will fucking walk around stark naked if I want to. What I wear is none of your fucking business.”

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