Caged (Troy Otto x OC)

Chapter 13

The next week went by per usual. We had fallen into a routine and I was starting to find my place here. The only thing that had changed was that Troy was avoiding me at all costs. He blames it on the two women he is holding captive in his office and research keeping him busy. I think it has more to do with what happened in the infirmary. Troy has even gone as far as having Blake lead training and patrols, so he doesn't have to be around me. It has gotten to the point where I will have to corner him in his room tonight just to take out the sutures I put in last week. While I am not thrilled about being in his room, alone with him, they need to come out.

Just the thought gives me shivers down my spine, but a hand on my knee brings me back to reality. Blake's hand. I look up at him and he mouths ' you okay?' to me, I give him a gentle nod and go back to eating my meal. Over the past few weeks, between eating better and constantly working out, I've put on a bit of muscle. I can tell my butt and thighs are getting bigger and the rest of my body is more toned. Even in college, I didn't look this good. All of my bruising is gone and the scars have gone from an angry red to a softer pink color. I look like an actual girl now. The only girl. Surrounded by neanderthals. At least I have Blake.

Blake has become my best friend. We stay up late talking by the fire or in my room, about everything under the sun. I found out that he has a girl back home on the ranch that he really likes. Juliette. I asked Blake if Troy ever had a girlfriend. He said that he believed that Troy was incapable of love and all the girls back at the ranch were afraid of him. Good thing I'm not. There were a couple of times where Troy had caught Blake coming out of my room late at night and apparently he was pissed. Part of me couldn't help but think if Troy was getting possessive.

After I finished up at work that night, I made sure to grab a few supplies to remove Troy's sutures, shutting the lights off and locking up as I left. I walked back to the dorms, changed out of uniform into shorts and a tank top for bed, still glistening from the desert heat. I sat in my room reading a book until I heard Troy's door creak open, close and lock. I gathered my supplies and found myself standing outside of Troy's door gathering the will to knock. Once I mustered up the will, I knocked lightly on the door. A few seconds later, the door was unlocked, open, and a mildly confused Troy was standing there in a T-shirt and boxers. My courage kicked in, and I pushed past him without saying a word and set the supplies on the small desk against the far wall.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, still standing in the doorway.

"You didn't come into the infirmary to get the sutures out like I told you to, so now I'm here." I had my back turned to him, but I heard the door close across the room and footsteps getting closer to me.

"Every time I go to the infirmary, I end up in a compromised position." He sounded like he was contemplating every single word to leave his mouth.

"A compromised position you put yourself in. Shirt. Off." He raised an eyebrow at the snark in my tone and hesitates to remove his shirt, fighting every dominant urge in his body.

"Compromised non the less." I get annoyed and start removing the shirt for him, he doesn't fight it like he did before, letting me take it off. Agitated, I push him down so he is sitting on the edge of his desk. His eyes narrowed on me, I could feel the anger radiating off of him but he said nothing. I remove the sutures one by one until they are all gone, and run a cotton pad of antiseptic over it for good measure.

"There. I'm finished." I remove myself from between his legs and gather up my supplies to return to my room. I feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement. I keep thinking about how he is going to go right back to avoiding me as soon as I leave this room. These thoughts mixed with his silent stares are just enough to set me off.