Page 203 of Blood Day
The cement beneath me resembled ice through my thin gown, making me glance at Willow again. She was naked, her gown having been stripped off of her.
My lips twisted.She’s going to freeze like this.
I reached behind me to grab my thin blanket and draped it over her, then pulled the one from her bed to do the same.
And resumed my position with my arms encircling my legs.
Time passed slowly.
Or maybe it was quickly.
I no longer had a concept of it, my existence revolving around the orders issued by the lycans.
Wake up. Shower. Eat. Return to your cage. Eat again later. Go back to your bed. Sleep. Repeat.
The dim lights told me we were still in therestingphase of the schedule. But soon the fluorescent strips above would turn on and burn my eyes.
Then the new day would begin.
Or night.
Whatever.
I hadn’t seen the moon or the sun in what felt like a month. An exaggeration. But being kept in this prison resembled an eternity.
An eternity without my mate.
He’d given me immortality through our bond.
Does that mean I may die during the moon chase, only to be reborn?I wondered, my lips curling down.What if I allow myself to be killed? Will they leave me outside to rot?
That might give me a chance to escape.
Unless the lycan rutted me first.
I studied Willow again, specifically her hands.
Dark words haunted my mind.
“They adore prey that doesn’t submit. And sexually skilled prey is even better. Because the harder a human works, the more aroused a lycan becomes.”
The voice was one I longed to hear, but the warning sent a chill down my spine.
Lycans liked playing with their food.
If I fought back like Willow had, I’d entice the beast—orbeasts—into rutting me.
Which meant I needed to allow myself to be captured.
And just…die.
What do they do with the bodies afterward?I wondered.
But the lights flared to life before I could ponder answers to that thought.
“Rise,” a lycan barked over the loudspeaker.
The doors would begin to open soon, then we’d be expected to go through the bathing ritual.
