The Wannabe Warrior
Chapter 165

Madison POV

The door unlocking woke me from my sleep, and I was not ready to have to talk to anyone, so I lay still and waited for whoever just entered to do what they needed and leave, most likely be Linda..

I was right, the smell of Linda and a cooked breakfast entered my nose and I heard the tray hit the table and shuffling of feet, near the bathroom and then shuffling to the door and the lock click closed.

I sighed at this, I wanted to get out of here, something was going on around here that I did not understand and did not like.

This is not how you treat prisoners.

That statement had gone through my mind a number of times since I had been brought to this room and the behaviour of Jacob and his strange ways.

Throwing the blankets off of me and sat up, looking out of the window, and glancing up to see the red light was on, so they were watching me. The day outside was pretty, the snow was falling softly on the ground with almost no wind. If I was not locked in here, I am sure I would have been out there enjoying the snow. My wolf is a white wolf and loves to hide in the snow. I think she prefers the snow than I do.

I feel like I am still in a cage, just not a dirty dungeon, and I am not sure if I would have preferred to be down in the cells than here.

I can smell and feel the tingling of wolfbane, even though it does not work on me. It does not mean I don’t know it is there. I had a sudden thought. They had to be affected by the wolfbane, each time they entered this room, so they wouldn’t be able to shift, and that is why his mother had to come to this room to talk to Jacob. She could not mind-link him.

I need to think about this. Maybe I can use it to my advantage.

The food was okay.

I could not smell any drugs in the bacon or sausage, but again, the milk was not a smell I was familiar with, so I did not take the cereals, or use the milk.

The coffee was gone in two large mouthfuls, they could have left me a whole pot and I would have down it quickly. I am a morning coffee-type person.

Once the meal was eaten, well, what I wanted to eat. I could have easily appreciated more bacon and coffee.

I looked around the room and wondered what to do now.

I was so bored out of my brain, I wandered over to the few books that were there and could bring myself to bother with them. I had already read one about the region and the other two were just novels and they did not interest me, so I walked into the closet and looked at some of the clothes, thinking about what to wear today.

I was still at the moment in my PJ’s.

Yesterday, Linda brought in a number of sets of clothes, which surprised me, but I did not move to look at them till now.

While I was there,

I stood just out of sight of the camera and looked up at the spot I thought I might be able to squeeze through and hide, or maybe escape through.

The more I looked at it, the more I was sure I could get through it, and I could use the shelving as steps to get up there. I just needed some sort of signal and I would climb and try. I decided not to try beforehand. That way, I would not be disappointed if I could get through and also, I did not want to risk trying and getting caught and the opportunity disappearing completely.

While it was there, there was hope.

The click of the door told me someone was about to enter, and I was relieved I did not attempt to reach the cover over the hole and look inside, as tempting as it was.

I kept looking over the clothes, and decided to grab one of the dresses and hold it up to my body and peered into the full-length mirror to see how it would look on me, and if I liked the colour, at that moment Jacob arrived at the closet door and grinned at me holding the dress.

The coffee was gone in two large mouthfuls, they could have left me a whole pot and I would have down it quickly. I am a morning coffee-type person.

‘You would look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. Put it on for me. Please.’ Jacob asked, his tone was more like I had no choice but to put the dress on.

‘Okay, leave please, so I can get changed.’ I asked gently, wondering if he would leave or stand there and watch me change, and to my relief, he agreed.

‘Certainly, I want to be surprised when I see the transformation.’ Jacob, turned from the door and waited in the bedroom, while I got changed.

The dress fitted me perfectly, and I did like the style, just needed to do something with the hair and I would be ready to go out for the evening, definitely not a casual house dress, or a dress of a prisoner.

If I had seen it in a shop, I would have most likely purchased it.

I left the closet, and walked towards the dressing table. Jacob was sitting on my bed, and it irked me that he felt comfortable enough to just sit on my bed and do his own thing. I did not want his scent on my bed, where I would breathe it in while I slept, this whole room and clothes, everything was getting on my nerves, it was as if he was thinking I was his mate and he was trying everything he could to please me, and I was getting more and more uncomfortable by his presence and more and more sure he was going to try something with me.

‘Wow, you are spectacular, that dress suits you. I just knew it would, come let me do your hair.’ Again, this was more a demand than a request, and I did not like it, and there was little I could do about it.

He pointed to the chair and I sat down with my back to him, and he grabbed the brush and started to brush my hair, again with long slow strokes, and looking at his face in the mirror, showed his enjoyment of that simple task.