Of Ink & Blood by Gemma Bishop

Author:Gemma Bishop [Bishop, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Bishop
Published: 2022-07-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

TWO MORE DAYS. THEY left me with the bathroom tap and the mouldy ham sandwich for two more days before the door opened again. I’d grown faint with hunger and mad with cabin fever.

Hugo walked in holding a plate wrapped in cling-film and a bottle of orange juice. A plastic bag hung from his elbow. Someone outside pulled the door shut and locked it while I watched him saunter over to the bed and chuck the plate and bottle down without ceremony. I scowled at him even though the room was swimming, the betrayal still so fresh, hitting me each time I laid eyes on him.

“Eat,” he said, gesturing vaguely towards the meal.

From my spot under the window, enjoying the tiny draught of cool air, I glared at him. I was starving beyond belief, so whatever food was on that plate would soon be in my belly, but I didn’t want him to see my desperation. I hated that I had to cave and eat. It seemed like the first step to caving in fully, and I wanted to scream at him and claw his eyes out for helping put me in this position. But all I could do was stare at him and will my sight to turn into lasers to strike him down. They’d kept me locked up and alone to drive me to madness, and unfortunately, it was damn near working. I shook my head at Hugo as he crossed the room and heaved me up by my armpits, standing me on unsteady feet.

“You stink,” he declared.

“You got my stench all over your hands now.” I spat back, and he released me with a cry of disgust as I laughed, crumpling back to the ground. “Better get me some soap, lackey!”

“Eat. Change your clothes,” he said, pacing away from me, ignoring my taunting. I flopped onto my back and kicked my legs in the air, giggling to myself as the madness overwhelmed me. The wash of grief had overcome me days ago, and all I was left with was a half-bleeding brain and a pit of hot vengeance in my tummy. As soon as I had my strength up.

“Never never,” I sing-songed. “I will never wear his clothes.”

“Yours are foul.”

I sat up and frowned, looking down at my jumper and skirt. Blood covered them in splodges, rips slashed through the jumper, and stains blemished the skirt from the tube station floor. I could also damn near see the green stink lines radiating upward from me. I was more animal than woman now, beaten and squashed into submission they would never gain. It felt like I was just biding my time until I could be with Luke again. Stuck in the quiet by myself, I missed him so dearly.

“I’m foul.” I grumbled, pinching at the fabric of my jumper. “Let me shower.” My voice shook as I looked up at him. “And give me soap. Can’t have a shower without soap!”

“Stop it.” Hugo rolled his eyes and I could see his internal debate about what to do with the madwoman at his feet.

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