I sit cross-legged on the bed ignoring Doc, Edwin, Sam and Mitchell as they watch me eating the two hamburgers Mitchell made. I pick the salad off first and eat it before hungrily biting into the bun, meat and egg. I lick sauce off the edge of the palm of my hand before picking at the crumbs left on the plate.
"You want a soda? I can get you one," Mitchell offers eagerly. I don't respond to his question just like I haven't responded to any of their questions since telling Doc to go to hell. My statement about being hungry had merely been a statement of fact meant to get me food.
I put the plate aside and turn my attention to the four toms, I am careful to keep my face completely devoid of all expression as I look them over. I move off the bed in a sinuous move that is very catlike and glance down at the hobbles and short chain connecting my handcuffs. I head towards the doorway aiming for the side closest to the toilet, I am allowed to pass and I head silently towards the little room. Afterwards in the bathroom I wash my hands then lean over the basin as I drink water straight from the spout. I am aware of being watched but ignore them as I look around the bathroom before heading back to the bedroom.
"You ready to talk to me yet Rosy?" Doc asks quietly.
"You ready to get the fuck out of my face and stop holding me prisoner?" I demand savagely as I glare at him.
"Not until I am sure you are not about to do anything that might endanger your life," Doc tells me levelly. I growl low in my throat as I turn away and begin pacing the room as best as my restraints allow. I tug at my wrists but there is no give in the metal and I growl angrily once again as I know that if I change while wearing them the metal will crush my wrists and the rope will cut into my ankles painfully, a very effective way of restraining a werecat.
"Want to come out to the lounge room and play x-box games?" Sam invites. I ignore him as I continue to pace the room, the healed injury on my shoulder itches and I reach up automatically to scratch it.
"How is your shoulder? Has it healed completely?" Mitchell asks. I can hear the genuine concern in his voice but ignore him as I continue pacing.
"We could always drag her out to the lounge room, chuck her in a chair and one of us can sit on her so we can play the game we started last night." Edwin suggests. I stop pacing to turn and glare at him and as soon as I see his face I realise it was a remark calculated to get a response, it looks like Edwin knows how to push my buttons. Edwin smiles at me and advances towards me but I stand my ground and lower my head slightly as I study his movements.
"You can't do that she's pregnant!" Mitchell protests horrified.
"Why not? She had some medicines on her that would end the pregnancy. Why should I worry about doing something that might harm the baby if she's not worried about killing it," Edwin hisses in a low nasty tone. I back up involuntarily at the threat in his words and he grins widely at me. "You want your answers Doc? Rosy, tell Doc. Did you use any of that injection on yourself?" Edwin asks coldly. I take another step backwards but it still isn't enough with the restrains on, he catches me before I can dodge him. I struggle as he slips one arm around my waist and lifts my feet from the floor. I can feel the heat from his body all down my back and no matter how hard I struggle I can't get free as his hands begin to roam my body.
"I haven't done anything!" I finally cry out in terror. Edwin changes his hold and he is gentle as he holds me until I stop struggling, he lifts me easily and sits me on the edge of the bed before taking several steps back.
"I'm sorry Rosy but I needed to know," Doc tells me quietly. "You curious at all about the baby?"
"Babies," I say, "There's two."
"Yeah, twins. There were two hearts beating," Doc confirms.
"Twins?" Sam demands suddenly.
"Twins don't happen Doc!" Mitchell says alarmed, "Not successfully!"
"We know more now," Doc says in a calm tone. I watch them distrustfully as I settle myself comfortably.
"Shall we all go out to the lounge room? Or do you want a shower and clean clothes Rosy? I'll even take the handcuffs off but the anklets stay," Edwin offers, he's friendly now Doc has gotten the information he wanted. I think about it for a moment before giving a curt nod, I'm not ready to trust any of them yet. I get off the bed and I am relieved when Edwin leads the way to the bathroom, I hesitate in the doorway when I see how small the room looks with him in it.
"I'll take you in Micah's room to get yourself some of your own clothes. I think he kept them figuring you knew where they were if you wanted them," Edwin tells me. I follow him into Micah's room and I am soon digging through the boxes containing my belongings, I soon have clothes picked out as well as my trusty bathroom favourites in my arms. I allow Edwin to carry the plastic tub containing my shower gel and shampoo but refuse to let him touch my clothes and put his smell on them. He hesitates in the bathroom and eyes the shower cubical for a long moment making me move uncomfortably suddenly wary of his intentions.
"I'll have to undo your ankle restraints and fasten one end to the shower frame so you can undress," he tells me and motions me towards the cubicle. I move nervously as he undoes one ankle cuff and fastens it to a corner of the shower stall before he straightens and looks down at me.
"Now for your wrists,"
I am relieved when he leaves the bathroom shutting the door after himself leaving me to take my shower. I arrange my shower gel and shampoo within reach before quickly stripping my clothes off and turning the shower on. I have to keep pushing the old trousers into the corner but I happily lather up with my shower gel taking time to wash each finger and toe individually before rinsing the suds from my body. My shampoo washes the dirt and grime from my hair and when I am finally finished I am almost reluctant to turn off the water and reach for a towel. It is hard to remember the restraining anklet and I nearly trip myself over several times as I get dressed. My jeans pose the problem of how to get them on over my shackled leg and I am forced to bang on the wall and yell for someone to come and release the shackle.
"Mmm, sure smells nice in here," Edwin grins at me when he opens the door and I end up nearly tripping over as I back away from him warily.
"I'm not going to touch you, just untie the anklet from the shower," Edwin says softly and moves slowly as he does as he says. He moves back to the door and shuts it behind himself giving me privacy to put my jeans on.
"Finished," I call when I am happy with my clothes. Edwin opens the door and I am surprised to find both Sam and Mitchell waiting outside with him, Mitchell gives me a broad smile but I look away without responding.
"Come on," Edwin says as he catches hold of the chain between my wrists. I brace myself and pull against him ignoring the pain it causes as the cuffs dig into my wrists; he turns his head to look at me and frowns with annoyance.
"Either you walk or I toss you over my shoulder and carry you," Edwin states firmly. I decide it would be more dignified for me to walk and head to the lounge room without waiting for them; they soon troop in behind me laughing and joking as they find seats for themselves before immersing themselves in the games. I curl up in a chair well away from the other chairs but Mitchell spoils it by grabbing hold of the chair and pulling it over to sit beside the lounge, I glare at him but he just smiles and I turn away angrily.
"You want to play as well rosy?" Mitchell asks trying to include me. I ignore him and curl up on my side with my back to them, I jerk my foot away in surprise as someone touches it and when that doesn't work I kick out viciously with both feet.
"You need lotion or something rubbed into your feet, the heels are hard and dry with cracks starting in them," Edwin informs me. I growl low in my throat in warning.
