Page 20 of Deadly Sweet

Privacy.That's what I have.

That's something I’ve never had.

Looking up, I’m suddenly on edge.She wouldn’t have put cameras in here, would she?

There’s no way for me to know right now, but something tells me she wouldn’t do that.

Walking over to the massive mirror on the wall above the sinks, I take a good look at myself. A really good look and groan.

My brown hair is a mess, tangled up in knots. My eyes look heavy, with dark circles lining the underside of my eyes. I look like a hot mess.

Or an Omega who’s running for their life.

My eyes trail down my body. I’ve almost forgotten what I looked like. The only time I'd really seen my reflection was on the black screen of my TV.

I’m thin. Too thin to be considered healthy.How the hell am I still even alive? I look mostly like skin and bones.

Honestly, I’m surprised I had the energy to do anything today. I’ll give that credit to the boost of adrenaline from escaping and getting the fuck away from that hellhole.

Now all of that is fading, and as each second passes, I feel more and more weighed down.

Ignoring the mess of an Omega in the mirror, I bend down and look under the sink. “Holy shit.” I pull out item after item and place them onto the counter. There’s a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, lotion, body scrub, just to name a few.

Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, I pop the cap and inhale, moaning as the scent makes my nipples hard.What the hell is that kind of reaction?

Looking at the bottle, I read that the scent is licorice and vanilla.Whatever that is, it smells amazing!

Before hopping into the shower, I grab a scrubby sponge looking thing and a bar of soap.

Snatching the toothbrush and toothpaste off the counter, I head into the big walk-in shower.

The tub is calling to me like a lover's seductive voice, but knowing my luck, I’ll fall asleep and drown in the damn thing.

Placing the bottles on the little shelves in the shower, I turn on the water and gasp as the cold spray hits me.

I quickly turn it to warm and groan as the heat soaks into my cold, aching limbs. It burns a little, but I don’t care.

Closing my eyes, I allow my body to enjoy it.When was the last time I was able to enjoy a hot shower?

The ones I always had were just warm enough not to send my body into hypothermia.

My eyes start to feel heavy, and I know if I don’t wash up now, I’ll fall asleep in here.

Forcing my heavy limbs to move, I manage to get myself decently clean. Once I’m done rinsing off, I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and brush my teeth. It’s one of the rare luxuries I was allowed. Even if it was in my own room, I had to spit in a cup and rinse with a bottle of water.

Guess Corbin didn’t like the idea of fucking an Omega with bad dental hygiene. Win for me.

Once all that is done, I get out, put the toothbrush and paste on the counter, and grab one of the big fluffy towels off the rack, wrapping it around my body.

I moan at the softness, rubbing my face against the fabric.

Drying off, I get dressed in the new clothes, a small smile on my face at how warm and comfy they are.

Using the brush, I get to work on the rat’s nest that is my hair.

After battling that hot mess, excitement fills me knowing I get to sleep. My body really needs it.

Rushing into the bedroom, I slide to a stop and pause.

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