We Are Bulletproof | MYG (21+)

Part 20

You paced around the small white room, clutching the ends of your jumpsuit. After Luke had left the interrogation room, an officer came in and basically admitted you to the station as a temporary inmate. You were given a grey jumpsuit and placed in what felt like a cell. It was a white room with a small barred window, a cot, a toilet, and a sink. The door was locked at all times save for when an officer came in to give you food.

Maybe this was meant to scare you, but you had already been at the station for three days and had heard nothing from Luke, the female detective, or anyone else. You were more irritated than you were afraid. You knew absolutely nothing and no one had bothered to update you at all. You didn't know if Suga and the others had gotten away, or if you really had been incriminated, or what.

There was a camera at the top corner of your room. You noticed it immediately when you had been escorted to the room. With that thing watching over you, it felt wrong to even think, let alone sleep and use the toilet.

There was something different about today. When you had woken up that morning and eaten your first meal, you could feel it. You weren't sure if it was just an irrational sense from the emotional buildup, or if you had just gone crazy, but you could feel that something was off. It was a sunny day, the first sunny day since the car chase. And now that you had been getting real food in your system, you felt stronger and more alert.

Something was going to happen today. You just had to be ready for it when it did.

You heard the keys to your door jungle and you paused in your pacing. You stepped back from door as it opened and Officer Brown walked in with a cart for your second meal of the day. Brown was a middle-aged man with a square face and small eyes. He had been assigned to bring you your meals and was less than cooperative when you asked him about what was happening.

"Lunchtime, sweetheart." He said cheerfully, fully stepping into the room. You narrowed your eyes when the door shut behind him.

"Already?" You asked nonchalantly, sitting down on the cot. Brown had never done anything outright, but you knew that he found you more than a little attractive. From the way he always stared at your chest and eyed your legs through your jumpsuit, you knew that he was a predator. There was something off about today's advances, though.

"Well, I hope so. It's always nice to get to spend what little time I can with you." Brown parked the cart and lifted the cover of the plate. You peered over to see some grilled chicken and steamed broccoli on a metal plate. A fork lay next to the plate, but no knife. Suddenly, Brown's face swam in front of you and you jerked back from his proximity. He was merely a foot away from your face now.

"Um, well thanks, I guess." You stepped off the bed and backed away from Brown. He smiled and turned to face you, his eyes trailing down your face to your chest. You frowned, not liking this one bit. There was no way he could just shut himself in here and have his way with you. There was no way they would allow it. The cameras...

Your eyed widened as you turned to look at the camera in the corner. You watched it to see if the little blinked red light was still there, which meant it was still on. But as you stared at the camera, your heart sank when there was no flashing red light. The camera wasn't on, which meant you were completely alone all over again.

You clenched your fists and turned your head back to Brown, who was still staring at your chest.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" You snapped, pulling him attention back to your face. He shrugged and moved closer to you. You ducked around him and made your way over to the cart of food. You closed your hand around the fork, narrowing your eyes as you felt his body inch closer to yours.