Page 7 of Psycho Saviors

Kenny had pounced off me, inspecting our new quarters inquisitively, although I clung to his leash out of fear of what they’d do if he slipped through the bars.

I resorted to jiggling the end of it, smiling softly when he padded over and swatted at the handle of the leash. It was something to pass the time, and I dragged it around the floor, making him pounce on it as Julian lolled his head to the side to watch.

I played with Kenny for a while until he grew bored, his eyes narrowing into slits before he slunk under the bed and laid down. I tied the end of his leash to the bed frame, not wanting him to get too far from us. He was the only thing keeping me from losing my shit. Then again, getting all flustered right now was not going to serve me any purpose.

Those fuckers had taken our phones as soon as they’d shoved us into the cars, and I knew they were long gone now, probably tossed into a ditch so they couldn’t be tracked.

“Why do you think they put us in together?” I asked after a few minutes crawled by. I was going to get beyond bored. I’d thought I’d had nothing to do at the apartment, how wrong I was.

“Maybe they wanted a show,” Julian muttered, and I frowned until it dawned on me, and I scrunched my face up.

“They’re that perverted?” I balked.

“Wouldn’t put it past them,” he mumbled, his eyes closed. “No, it’s likely because they only have the one cell. Easier to keep an eye on too.”

“I don’t see any cameras or anything?” I mused, glancing around once more. Nothing in the area outside the cell save for a desk and chair, and nothing inside either.

“Probably can’t see it, could be tiny,” Julian muttered.

Right, that was also a possibility.

“How long do you think it’ll take?” I asked as I stretched my legs out, wishing I’d be locked up with anyone else. Someone I could actually talk to properly.

“As long as it takes.”

Wow, fan-fucking-tastic. So informative. I rolled my eyes at the answer.

“Try to get some sleep, pyro.”

“How, there’s only one bed? Not to mention sleep seems rather impossible right now, with my life in the balance and all,” I snapped.

“You can lay on my chest. I’m not going to sleep, head hurts too much for that, but I’ll rest.”

“Lie on your chest?”

“Did I stutter?”

I narrowed my eyes at his smart-ass response.

“Maybe I don’t want to get that close.”

“Suit yourself. But it could be the last human touch you get, just saying. Besides, I won’t try anything. Don’t want to give them a show,” he said with a heavy sigh.

I scowled, hating that he was right. At least he wouldn’t do anything to me. Considering the cuts and gashes all over his arms and chest, all of which had thankfully stopped bleeding not long after he’d come in, I didn’t doubt he wasn’t up for naughty stuff.

I sighed and moved to lay on top of him, ignoring his grunt as I rested my weight on him. At least he was warm in this chilly cell, something I’d been pretending wasn’t bothering me, but the cold had started to make itself known in my fingers.

“You tied him up tight?” Julian mumbled as I rested my head on his chest, a smile playing at my lips when he automatically wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Yeah.”

“Good, don’t need him slipping through the bars and getting hurt. I’d skin anyone who hurt Kenny.”

“Understandably. Too bad he’s not like Lassie and can go get help,” I murmured as I closed my eyes, soaking up his warmth.

“He’s a good cat, we should be grateful he’s here.”

“Oh, I am.” I focused on Julian’s steady heartbeat, ignoring the coppery scent of dried blood on his chest, likely getting all over my clothing too. The fact that he was letting me lay on him despite his injuries touched me, but maybe he was just cold too.

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