"I'm not a bad person."
"Yes you are, Troy. You are also more than that. You are a monster."
Everyone thought Troy was a monster. Even as a child. Davina felt the need to protect the broken. That was no different when she met Troy Otto.
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Around 4 in the morning, I had to slither out of Troy's vice-like grip and sneak back to my room. I had to be in my room when Blake came to get me in the morning for breakfast. It would look very incriminating if I was caught coming out of Troy's room half naked by his militia men and the jealousy would set in quickly. Most of Troy's men didn't like me, but all of them wanted to sleep with me. I crept quickly and quietly out of Troy's room and back to mine, my bare feet softly padding against the wood floor. Every muscle in my body groaned as I moved, and the soreness between my legs would be the death of me in training this morning.
I made it back to my room without complication, and made a b-line for the bathroom. One look in the mirror and I was thankful Troy didn't see me looking like this as I snuck out of his bed. I looked exhausted and my hair was matted from going to sleep with it wet. The cut on my throat was still an angry red, but had stopped bleeding at some point in the night.
Discarding Troy's shirt on the floor, I jumped in a cold shower in an attempt to detangle my hair and wash away the sins of last night. After 10 minutes and a lot of brushing, my hair was finally unmatted and the cold had woken me up. After drying off, I changed into my uniform and made an effort to stretch and loosen my tight muscles, which had proven more difficult than anticipated.
When 5am rolls around I am ready to go and starving. Amidst the growling of my stomach, I hear a few raps on my door, and I know it's Blake. I open the door to see his wide, toothy grin, his expression quickly changes into confusion.
"How are you already ready? Usually you are slow as hell getting out of bed."
"Woke up early this morning." I casually shrug.
"D, what happened to your neck?" he said, closely inspecting the wound.
"Training incident yesterday, not a big deal."
He just nodded, hesitant to believe the story.
"Well, are you ready for breakfast? I'm starving!" I smiled up at him, trying to distract him.
"Yeah, let's go."
I shut and locked my door behind me, setting off to the cafeteria with Blake right on my tail. When we arrived there were very few people in line, considering we were at least 10 minutes earlier than normal. We quickly got our plates and sat at our normal table, as everyone else started rolling in. I scan the room looking for one person in particular, but quickly give up, unable to find him. I return to shoveling food down my throat. I had underestimated how hungry good sex can make you.
After breakfast we moved onto our typical morning run, 8 laps today. I finished a lap and a half ahead of Blake and 3 and a half ahead of the rest of the group. When I returned to the training grounds for cooldown, my ears perked up to the sound of arguing coming from in front of the infirmary. I made my way over to see Troy in a yelling match with another man. The testosterone was overwhelming. This man was a similar build to Troy, and a few inches shorter. He had slightly darker hair than Troy, but they shared the same ocean blue eyes. I wasn't going to interfere until I saw Troy swing at the man in front of him. I threw my water bottle to the ground and ran over to the two brawling men. Quickly separating them, I pushed Troy up against the side of a parked Hummvee.
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