Out There
902 Words
I open my eyes and sigh. I feel like I'm in paradise. The air conditioning has never felt so comfortable and refreshing before. I guess it's true that you don't value what you have until you're sent to a miserable camp in the desert.
"You’re awake. It's about time," I hear someone say. I open my eyes and see Sergeant Thorne sitting in a leather chair next to my gurney, playing with his phone. I'm in a hospital, I think, judging by the machines, the gurney and the IV attached to my pale arm, "Stand up. It's time to go, I wasted four hours of my valuable time here, all because some delicate lady got dehydrated and passed out."
"Well, what the f**k did you expect?" I huff, regretting it almost immediately, as he squints his honey eyes at me, "I mean, what the f**k did you expect, Sir? I didn't get more than two hours of sleep last night. And you've physically abused me under the sun for two days straight."
"That's not my problem. And I haven't physically abused you, watch your words," he warns, leaning back on the couch and picking up his phone again. It’s the same one I have, "Someone is coming to get us."
"Okay, whatever," I roll my eyes and keep thinking about how different he looks in a neutral place where he's not a ruthless sergeant. He’s just a normal alpha like all the others, "Do you have insta?"
Elliot turns to look at me like I'm stupid.
"We're not friends, recruit."
"So you do?" I press, making him shake his head, annoyed at me, "I'm just trying to chat with you, get to know you. I mean, you really need to stop hating on me so much for no apparent reason."
"There are several reasons, actually. And I'll stop hating on you when you start acting like a normal person and not this… thing you are," he's angry again, "God, just shut up. Whenever you feel like you should share your mind, don’t. No one wants to hear it."
"Well, you only say that because you hate me. A lot of people appreciate my conversations and brilliant mind. You wouldn't know because all you do is mistreat and humiliate me."
"My job is to mistreat and humiliate you until you learn some discipline. The government trusts me to change you. They put you in my hands to return you as someone new, completely different from what you are now. And I understand them perfectly."
"I am perfect and worthy of love just the way I am..."
"No, you’re not. I don't know what you did, but I know you deserve to be here, so don't complain about my methods. Just do what I tell you."
"What if I... okay... you know what? I think you and I could come to an agreement," I begin, trying to stifle my smile at the amazing idea that just popped into my head. Something that would benefit us both. Elliot squints his eyes at me suspiciously and says ‘no’ before even hearing what I have in mind, "My proposition involves a very happy and satiated Elliot who looks the other way when I make some small mistake, instead of acting like a deranged p…”
"For your own sake and because I’m a good mood, I will propose something to you," Elliot interrupts, making me smile. If he's already propositioning something, we’re definitely getting somewhere, "Do not talk to me about propositioning ever again. Especially not in that tone."
"But you haven't even heard what I have to say," I pout a little, earning an angry sigh from him.
"I don't need to hear it to know what this is about. Trust me, I'm not interested."
If it weren't for my extrasensory omega intuition telling me that Elliot desires me, then his posture, his annoyed scent and his face slightly twisted with disgust would give me proof that he's definitely not interested.
But I trust my omega intuition much more than I trust obvious facts, which is why I put on that special smile that usually gets me what I want.
"Well... let's create a hypothetical situation, shall we?" Elliot sighs again in annoyance, typing furiously on his phone. He only replies with a shrug when I repeat what I said, "After a very long day of being a mean sergeant and running around camp humiliating and hurting innocent people, Elliot is feeling tired and lonely on this cold summer night..."
"I think I can imagine where this is going and, really, I'm not interested..."
"Besides, he can't even remember the last time he had contact with a woman and the lack of s*x is starting to be worrisome," I continue, ignoring his frown, "Luckily, he remembers that time in the hospital when a gorgeous girl offered to please him and make all his wildest erotic fantasies come to life in exchange for a little kindness and preference."
For the first time Elliot runs out of rude words to say to me. It's obvious I've surprised him with my words, he even forgets his phone.
Then something weird happens. Something that has never happened in my s*x life before.
Elliot starts laughing at me.
It's not a nice, kind or cute laugh, it's totally a loud, mocking laugh that leaves him breathless for a few seconds.
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