Caged (Troy Otto x OC)

Chapter 11

Those hands belonging to the one and only. Troy. He dragged me out of the building by my arm, like a child. Leaving Willy on the ground, unconscious and bleeding profusely.

"Let go of me, Troy." His grip only tightened on my arm. Tight enough to leave a bruise. He dragged me along, until he threw my body up against the side of the truck we were walking past. My back connecting with the metal body of the tuck made a thud. The metal was hot from the desert sun, against the bare skin of my arms.

"What the fuck was that, Davina."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I smiled sweetly. His eyes darkened and I could tell he was getting angrier by the second.

"Bullshit." He slammed his fist into the truck next to my head in an attempt to scare me into submission. He hit the metal body of the truck hard enough to break his hand, but he didn't even flinch. It was as if he felt no pain at all. "I gave explicit instructions not to hurt your opponent and you beat the shit out of him."

I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked, "And? You're lucky I didn't kill him."

"God damn it, Davina. What about our little chat last night?" He had his arms on either side of me against the truck, trying to box me in. His goal was to make me feel small. To make me feel caged in.

"You mean the one where I was on top of you with your own knife to your neck? Yeah, that was fun. We should do it again sometime." I dragged my finger down his chest slowly and stopped when it met the waistband of his pants.

I could tell that my response rattled him. He had never been bested by a girl. Honestly, I think his interactions with women have been limited in general by the way he appears nervous when I look at him for too long. He doesn't appear nervous to most, but I can tell by the way his jaw clenches, his eyes dart back and forth, his adam's apple bobs, his hands clench and his body stiffens. I make him nervous.

While he was thinking, I slipped out from in between him and the truck. I casually walked to the infirmary. I could tell that my stitches had split on some of my wounds and I needed to mend them before they get worse, or infected.

I hear footsteps behind me before Troy says, "Where the hell do you think you are going? I didn't dismiss you."

"Well, It's a good thing I don't take orders from you." I reply without turning around. He followed closely behind me. Walking into the infirmary, I flip the lights on and grab a suture kit from one of the stock shelves. I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it in the sink to soak in cold water, in hopes of getting some of the blood out.

"What the hell are you doing?" He said sitting on the edge of the desk.

"What do you mean? What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" I gesture to my open wound that is dripping blood, trailing down my stomach. I wipe the dripping blood before removing the remnants of the sutures that busted. I open the suture kit and put on the sterile gloves.

"It looks like you like getting naked in front of me and this isn't the first time." He smirked and I just glared back.

I added three new stitches in place of the ones that broke. Before removing my gloves, I cleaned it up with an antiseptic and placed some gauze and tape over the wound. He watched every movement I made, intensely.

"First off, I am fixing my sutures, Troy. Second, I'd hardly call this naked." I removed my gloves and gestured to the fact that I was still wearing a bra and pants. "Third, haven't you ever seen a woman without a shirt? You're like 25 years old."

He didn't say anything in response, not even some sly or sarcastic comment. He couldn't even make eye contact with me. Normally he was all talk. Then it struck me, he is a virgin. Probably hasn't even kissed a girl. I'm not that surprised, lack of emotion and all. I was curious if he had any interest in sex at all. Had he wanted to, he probably could have gotten any girl he wanted. He was an extremely attractive guy. They were probably all scared of him, considering he is a sociopath. Good thing I don't scare easily. I was going to use this to my advantage.

I could tell my question had made him nervous. He was looking everywhere but at me. His jaw was clenched and his body had stiffened from its more relaxed position.

I knew exactly how I would play his little game and how I would win.

I stood in front of him, in between his legs as he sat on the edge of the desk. We would be at eye level, if he wasn't staring at the ground. I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me, running my thumb along his defined jawline. His eyes still dark and his body tense, he grabbed my wrist, squeezing tight but not enough to hurt me.

I took another step forward, so our faces were just inches away from each other.

"Do I make you nervous, Troy?"

"No." He was cold and expressionless.

"What about now?"

I leaned in, my lips barely grazing his. I let my lips graze along his jaw and down his neck until I felt a hand around my throat and I was flipped onto my back on top of the desk. Troy over top of me. That move had me a little flustered. He may be psychotic, but that was insanely hot.

"So you are only interested when you are the one in control."

"And what if I told you I wasn't interested." His hand on my throat squeezed tighter and my breathing hitched.

"We both know that is a lie or you wouldn't be on top of me, pinning me to a desk right now."

"I want my knife back."

"You get your knife back when you earn it back." I shot him a little wink.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm playing your little game." He rolled his eyes and got off of me, leaving me in the infirmary, shirtless on top of a desk and mildly horny.