Captured To Become A Vampire Prince's Bride {Book 2}

Captured To Become A Vampire Prince's Bride {Book 2}: Chapter 27

This place really was sucking the life from me the longer I stayed here, it seemed it was the same for Charlotte, who heavily planted her head against the cold steel table and huffed, pushing her "dinner" away from her. As I watched her blonde bun fall lifelessly against the table, I couldn't help but relate to whatever negative feelings were running through her.

"Same," I murmured flatly.

It was practically the same, boring routine every day: wake up, have breakfast, time to do what I want, lunch, the occasional time on the surface, more free time, supper, free time, lights out. It was rigid and depressing. Jail sounded more exciting.

Leandra slyly slid Charlotte's barely touched tray to herself and held a finger up to her lips when I was about to ask what she was doing, before chowing down. I furrowed my brows at her incredulously and she merely shrugged. After a few more mouthfuls, topped off with me still staring at her, wondering how the hell she managed to eat another tray of food, which I was convinced was literally flavoured cardboard, she put her fork down.

"When I came here, my body looked pretty good," she stood and pointed to her bum with both hands, "now where is my ass?"

I leaned in for closer inspection, it was looking a little... flatter than usual, but I still wished mine looked half as good. Hers was cute and plump, even if she thought it was small. Mine was just... there.

"Maybe it's just the sweatpants?" I suggested sheepishly and by the grimace on her face, my suggestion was of no use.

"I wish!" she exclaimed, retaking her seat across from me. "I'm clearly losing weight here, and not in the right place."

"If it makes you feel any better, I think your small butt is cute," I heard Jayden's voice say from behind me. I didn't even hear him enter.

"It doesn't," she answered flatly.

"How about if I said it looked better than your itty-bitty titties?" He added, taking a seat beside her, the corners of his mouth growing into a larger smile by the second.

Leandra gave him a look as to say 'really?' and gave him the finger, to which he responded to, like any other person would in his situation, by taking the finger in his mouth and sucking it on it lewdly and letting it go with an obscene popping noise. Leandra snatched back her now wet finger with a scream and a look of horror as if someone had kicked her dog. She wiped it frantically on Jayden's sweater. His obnoxious laughter filled the room and I couldn't even respond. He really just... did that.

And all Leandra could say, or yell, was, "why?"

"I was bored and that seemed funny," he said through breaths as his laughter continued.

Charlotte was now sat upright and he expression matched Leandra's disgusted one, and probably my own.

"Let me talk to the General. I have a pretty good reason as to why he'd listen," he gasped and sprung to his feet, and I could practically see the lightbulb above his head, "we should have a movie marathon! Snacks, a room to ourselves, actual fun."

"Fine. The films better not suck-" Leandra shudders, the memory coming back of Jayden's atrocious act.

"Can't suck worse than your tiny ass."