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if you’re a reader, you get me
. I
don’t need movies. I don’t need TV. But books…I can’t live without
books. To me, a book is better than any movie. All I need is a good
book, my imagination, and I am set free. I’m in literature heaven.
And thank God, this may be the only thing that keeps me sane while
we’re here.
    “ You’ll have plenty of time to read while you’re here. C’mon.”
With loose hands on my hips, he pushes me along. I look back in the
doorway one last time and mouth ‘I love you.’
    Oh, screw sleep. I
have to explore that room once I’m unstinky.
    He
squeezes
my hips to stop me from
walking and pushes me left into a bedroom.
    It’s beautiful.
    I
feel the concealed amusement coming off Nox in waves. And I get it.
He thinks I’m going to hate this room. Well, screw you, buddy,
because I so don’t. I
know I may not look like a girly-girl but the truth is, I don’t
really mind that stuff; I just can’t be bothered with it normally.
I’m usually so busy with work, that all I want to do when I get
home is curl up on the sofa with a good book.
    Reading trumps
anything.
    On occasion, I like
to listen to music of my mp3 player, but I don’t have it with me,
so I guess reading is all I have. And I’ll take it. Gladly.
    Walking forward, I
face-plant on my bed with a huge sigh. Rolling over, I stare up at
the top of the soft pink four-poster bed. The window has been left
open, no doubt to try to get rid of the musty, unoccupied smell,
and I watch as the wind moves the sheer draping.
    I really do like
this bed.
    Sitting up, I look
around at my new room. It’s simple. It’s tidy. It’s similar to my
old room at what I like to call the ‘normal’ house, which is, of
course, the house we lived in before dad moved us into the mansion
formerly known as Alcatraz two-point-oh.
    There is an open
door that I can see leads to a sparkling bathroom with a shower.
Next to the bed is a white wooden night stand; there’s a small
walk-in closet and a smallish white dresser. Which suddenly reminds
me, “I like the room. Thank you. But what am I going to do for
clothes?”
    Nox watches me through furrowed brows. His silence feels more
like an interrogation. I hate that he has that effect on me, with
nothing but a glance. Shit . I lower
my gaze and hear him step into the room; the sound of drawer
scraping open makes me look up.
    The dresser is full
of clothes. Knowing Nox for the short time I have, I’d say he’s
efficient enough to have those clothes in the exact size I need
them. Looking him in the eye, I blurt out, “How long have you known
I’d be kept here?”
    I wait for an
answer, but of course, the answer to my question is yet another
curious glance in my direction.
    Man, this guy is
giving me the creeps.
    Clearing my throat,
I stand. “Okay, well, I’m going to shower now, so if you wouldn’t
mind-” I wait for him to get the hint and leave.
    But he doesn’t.
    I
try again. “Showering will commence in approximately one minute,
Nox.” And he still doesn’t move. I’m suddenly nervous. Wide-eyed, I
lean closer and hiss, “You are not coming into the bathroom with me while I shower!”
    Thankfully, I notice his lip twitch reaffirming that he
is not a droid and indeed human.
He steps forward a second before he stops himself and takes two
steps back towards the door, watching me all the while. Once he’s
out of my room, I breathe a sigh of relief. He booms from down the
hall, “Ten minutes, darlin’.” My nose scrunches and I step toward
the bathroom. Just as I shut the door, I hear him shout again, “Or
I’m comin’ in after you.”
    Turning on the hot
water, I sigh.
    I gotta get out of
here.

    ***

    Coming out of the shower, I wrap the towel around my body as
tightly as I can. Walking out of the bathroom, I stare at the door
and wonder just how long I would have to myself before the door was
thrown open. I decide to do an experiment. I call this
experiment Captive
Throwdown