“Do you have any skills, Zaya? Fighting, throwing, languages, otherwise? Anything we can use?”
I thought of the skills of seduction and the truth behind it that I could spin in ways that other women only dreamed of that made men melt. I could have this savage, this beastly barbarian, on the ground groveling in a moment, if I wanted to… But that wasn’t the type of skill he meant.
It didn’t really matter, I had no loyalty to the charzbos. If an opportunity came, I was going to seize it, without him. I didn’t need to be on his team. We weren’t a team. We weren’t anything but two people in a cell together and he had the upper hand because he would use me the first chance he got.
The guard came around the corner suddenly, loosening his belt, chomping away at some sweet from the Curan’s Farian fare. The charzbos growled under his breath and clenched his fists. I dropped the blankets and stood up. Cartari caught his breath as my body was revealed and a little spike of satisfaction ran through me. I knew how beautiful I was, how the curves of my body ran in just the right places, how my hips swung in just the right rhythm to make men, and women, swoon. My breasts were large, my waist tight. The dress I was wearing was accented in fur around my breasts, cupping them to accentuate the cleavage, brown and black, with flares of blue feathers from the crested crowing that was the symbol of my home region. The dress had leggings underneath that were furred at the bottom, going into tall, black, fur-crowned leather boots. I was a fearsome, sexy seductress. The guard nearly dropped the sweet he was holding.
I slipped toward the gate, stepping over the Curan, letting him look up at me with wide eyes, letting the dark blue train of the dresslet sweep across his chest.
“Holy lord…” He breathed out and I smiled smugly. I leaned against the cell bars.
“Hey there, Officer Tellison…” I reached a slow-moving, sexy looping hand out of the cell and tugged at the guard’s chest lapel. I traced his jawline with my fingertips and gently touched his pouty lips. His breathing was heavy, the paunch of his unbelievably heavy chest heaving with his rapid heart rate. How did a man this out of shape still merit a guard’s job? It was because we were in one of the lower districts of the Capital and so few feats of crime happened here, they could still afford to have someone on the job who would never, without the aid of surprise, a taser, and much younger cops with him, catch a transgressor.
“I need to use the restroom… Would you please let me use the private one that I know you have down the hall… Please… I don’t want to use the bucket in here with the charzbos… Don’t make me… You wouldn’t do that, would you…” All the while, I played with his lips, his chin, his ears, his eyes never left my face, his tongue darting out to hungrily lick at his lips as he stared at me.
He reached up to grab my hand and pressed it to his cheek.
“If I let you use the private bathroom, will you be a good girl?”
“That depends,” I said and maneuvered my hand so I was squeezing his, and so he wasn’t crushing mine as badly. I taunted him with my eyes and licked my lips, so his eyes traced my tongue’s gentle movement. I slid one of my legs up and down in between the cell bar. “I will… unless you want me to be naughty…”
The charzbos snorted behind me, but I leaned into the cell bars further and took the guard’s shirt into a gentle fist, pulling him into me so he came closer to the cell, so our faces were close, and I nuzzled him as much as I could through my prison. He gurgled a moan that was animalistic and disgusting. He started fumbling for the keys and my heart picked up a beat. There was a slight stir behind me as the charzbos readied himself to take advantage of the opened door, as well. Damnit, I hope he doesn’t ruin this for me.
Another guard came around the corner.
“Tellison! What are you doing!”
The guard grabbed my hand on his shirt, pulling me forward so my head slammed into the cell bars, twisting my hand so it wrenched off him, and I fell to the floor, dizzied by the blow, tasting blood from having bitten my tongue hard. The charzbos was off the floor in a second. I watched as he used his telekinesis and he launched first one and then the other guard off their feet into the wall, cracking their skulls open. They got up slowly, but left back down the hallway as quickly as they could, the charzbos throwing chairs and tables down the hallway after them until they disappeared.
Then he sank down beside me on the floor and gently lifted my hand and tilted my head to look at my temple where I had hit the cell bars.
“You’re not bleeding but you’ll probably have a bruise. And your fingers don’t seem broken. Are you okay?”
I nodded and stood up to scoot back under the blankets, choking back tears and swallowing the blood from my bit tongue. I had been so close… And now they would be scared of the charzbos and wouldn’t come close again for a while. So, we probably wouldn’t even be brought food or water. And I was hungry.
“That was good, Zaya,” Cartari said. “I see you do have skills.”
I shrugged and nuzzled into my blankets, looking away from him. Little good they would do me now. I probably had two more days to go before he would find me. It wouldn’t take long before he tracked me down. I had two more days of freedom and I
