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fingers drop to my shoulder where he lightly strokes. “So, you're all slightly artistic?”
“No.” The answer causes him to laugh to himself. He lifts his head up still smiling. “Madden and Daniel's art skills are about as great as yours.” I playfully elbow him, which causes him to laugh more. “Daniel has an insane ability to spot a vehicle and give you it's face value worth from what you would just assume was a glance. Let him get a really good look at it and most of the time he can nail it within the five dollar range.”
“Impressive.”
“Handy when people think they can fuck you over,” he explains. “Madden on the other hand, has an unreal way of identifying the make, model, and year of a vehicle from sound. I know how fucking bizarre that sounds, but it's true. He says all cars have a different tune, a different frequency. It's like some next level super human shit.”
“You McCoys are all super humans,” I mumble.
Oh shit. I shouldn't have said that.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
I shake my head and drop my face forward.
“Mel,” his voice gingerly calls to me. “Mel, look at me.”
Immediately my body complies.
Damn it. See one of the downfalls of not having human contact? The first time I get it, my body wants to submit to anything requested from it.
“Tell me.”
In a hushed tone I reply, “Because look at how you live. Look how long you've lived that way and have never been caught by the cops.”
“I'd rather be caught by the cops than The Devil any day.”
“Me too,” my mouth whispers, a tear crawling it's way down my throat, attempting to close it off. Feeling the air in the room being sucked out, I stand up. Space will be a good thing. Moving will be even better. I head for the kitchen. “Sandwiches okay for lunch?”
Drew clears his throat. “Works for me.”
Silence fills the cottage and I'm thankful.
This is probably for the best. The more I talk to him, the more likeliness guilt over all of this will settle in and make it even harder for me to sleep at night. As it is, I already have to take a sleeping aid most nights. The last thing I really need is another excuse to up the dosage. After the last hostage I had to care for, it took ten days before I could fall asleep without thoughts of suicide. She was a sweet girl. She was also The Police Commissioner's daughter caught up in a world she never asked to be in. She reminded me of myself. Yeah...I've gotta detach myself from him. This is gonna end so much worse than that did. She got to walk away from it all at the end.
“Mel,” his voice is now directly over my shoulder. The heat of his body close to mine has my eyes shutting. Drew's hands land on the counter on each side of me, trapping my body beside his. “Who's watching those cameras?”
In an unsteady voice, I confess, “No one.”
“No one?”
“I told you,” I whimper as his scent invades my senses, his lips now close to my ear again. “They're...um...they're more for show than tell. The Devil records it, but unless given a reason he doesn't watch them.”
The pressure from his body increases as his lips seem to nudge my ear once more. “Is it bad I wanna be the reason he does?”
His attempt at flirtation stops my actions completely. Concern has me spin around in his arms, his face now distractingly
“No.” The answer causes him to laugh to himself. He lifts his head up still smiling. “Madden and Daniel's art skills are about as great as yours.” I playfully elbow him, which causes him to laugh more. “Daniel has an insane ability to spot a vehicle and give you it's face value worth from what you would just assume was a glance. Let him get a really good look at it and most of the time he can nail it within the five dollar range.”
“Impressive.”
“Handy when people think they can fuck you over,” he explains. “Madden on the other hand, has an unreal way of identifying the make, model, and year of a vehicle from sound. I know how fucking bizarre that sounds, but it's true. He says all cars have a different tune, a different frequency. It's like some next level super human shit.”
“You McCoys are all super humans,” I mumble.
Oh shit. I shouldn't have said that.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
I shake my head and drop my face forward.
“Mel,” his voice gingerly calls to me. “Mel, look at me.”
Immediately my body complies.
Damn it. See one of the downfalls of not having human contact? The first time I get it, my body wants to submit to anything requested from it.
“Tell me.”
In a hushed tone I reply, “Because look at how you live. Look how long you've lived that way and have never been caught by the cops.”
“I'd rather be caught by the cops than The Devil any day.”
“Me too,” my mouth whispers, a tear crawling it's way down my throat, attempting to close it off. Feeling the air in the room being sucked out, I stand up. Space will be a good thing. Moving will be even better. I head for the kitchen. “Sandwiches okay for lunch?”
Drew clears his throat. “Works for me.”
Silence fills the cottage and I'm thankful.
This is probably for the best. The more I talk to him, the more likeliness guilt over all of this will settle in and make it even harder for me to sleep at night. As it is, I already have to take a sleeping aid most nights. The last thing I really need is another excuse to up the dosage. After the last hostage I had to care for, it took ten days before I could fall asleep without thoughts of suicide. She was a sweet girl. She was also The Police Commissioner's daughter caught up in a world she never asked to be in. She reminded me of myself. Yeah...I've gotta detach myself from him. This is gonna end so much worse than that did. She got to walk away from it all at the end.
“Mel,” his voice is now directly over my shoulder. The heat of his body close to mine has my eyes shutting. Drew's hands land on the counter on each side of me, trapping my body beside his. “Who's watching those cameras?”
In an unsteady voice, I confess, “No one.”
“No one?”
“I told you,” I whimper as his scent invades my senses, his lips now close to my ear again. “They're...um...they're more for show than tell. The Devil records it, but unless given a reason he doesn't watch them.”
The pressure from his body increases as his lips seem to nudge my ear once more. “Is it bad I wanna be the reason he does?”
His attempt at flirtation stops my actions completely. Concern has me spin around in his arms, his face now distractingly
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