Chapter 23 - Cosy Margot's POV It had been roughly over an hour now . I knew because I'd counted every drag of breath , every tick of silence that stretched between us . Coban had passed out flat on the bed without a word , arms tucked up behind his head , breathing slow and steady like he didn't have a care in the world . Like I wasn't three feet away trying not to breathe too - loud in case it pissed him off in his sleep ... The black chair beneath me was hard and cold , and the longer I sat still , the more every muscle in my back screamed for mercy . But I didn't dare move too much . Not even to fully shift in to a more comfortable position . The tension in the room felt too fragile . Like one wrong twitch and he'd snap awake , throw something , say something , do something . But God fucking help me , I really had to pee . But going above the full ache in my bladder , was the fear of waking the monster . I kept my hands folded in my lap , legs squeezed tight together , eyes focused on counting the different tattoos that I could see on one of Coban's arms using anything to help distract myself . - I thought that maybe if I sat here long enough , the urge would fade . But it didn't . Not yet . As more time passed , with the feeling now growing completely unbearable , I jumped nearly ten feet in the air when a sudden , thunderous knock slammed against the metal door . Our door . Coban stirred with a deep , guttural groan , his arm flinging over his face as he blinked up at the ceiling , dazed . " What the fuck is it now ? " he barked , rolling upright with the kind of groggy aggression that made my palms sweat . He staggered toward the door , still barefoot , still in nothing but those black boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination . His muscles flexed with every movement , and I hated myself for noticing ... The guard's voice filtered through from the other side of the steel . " We've got the girl's stuff . " There was a loud buzz - followed by a heavy click as the lock disengaged and the door creaked open . - 1/4 This is my chance ... I shot up from the chair , too fast , almost dizzy with the sudden movement . " I'm just going to use the bathroom quickly , " I blurted , voice high and thin , like a balloon about to pop . It got his attention . His eyes dragged toward me , dark and unreadable . " I'm not putting your shit away for you , " he muttered , brushing past me as if I were a ghost . I didn't want him to ? The guards entered the room , each holding a box so large it looked like they were carrying pieces of a coffin . They set them down with a grunt , cardboard thudding against carpet . I slipped into the bathroom like a shadow , but not before I heard one of the guards mutter under their breath , " Surprised to see you've kept the girl in one piece . " Coban chuckled back in response . Cold . Flat . " It's only day one . " He retorted bluntly . I froze , stomach lurching . Only day one . I closed the door and locked it with trembling fingers , the click echoing through the small space like a hymn . For the first time since I'd arrived , I felt a sliver of safety . Pathétic , considering how thin the door was , but still - it was something . It had a lock . I rushed to the toilet , barely getting there in time , and finally exhaled a shaky breath . Relief swept through me , followed by the slow return of clarity . It was the first moment I'd had alone since stepping into this hellhole . Just me , four walls , and my pounding heart. As I cleaned up and flushed , I allowed myself to finally take in the new surroundings . Plain . Functional . Not luxurious , but not the horror show I'd expected either . It was more than fine . There was a surprisingly large walk - in shower tucked in the corner , a mounted gel soap dispenser stuck to the wall above the taps . The scent of whatever was inside it was vaguely citrus clean , at least . A toilet that was brand new . A small , narrow sink with two white cabinets underneath and a mirrored one above . - I reached for the top cabinet and swung it open , half - expecting to find nothing , but was met instead with a few surprises . A black toothbrush 1 Coban's , I assumed - rested beside a half - used tube of toothpaste . Next to it was a 2/4 3:16 pm P DD Chapter 23 Cosy brand new , still - wrapped pink toothbrush . I frowned at it . Pink . I could already hear Coban's voice complaining about its colour despite this time , I hadn't even picked it . I moved on , quickly cataloging what else was inside . A bottle of 2 - in - 1 shampoo and conditioner , a spray can of girls ' deodorant , a matching male one , a pack of sanitary pads , and four neatly folded towels . White . Clean . It was strange . A little too ... prepared . As if they knew exactly what we'd need . Like this whole thing had been done a thousand times before already . But it hasn't . We were the first ones . I closed the cabinet slowly , turning to check the lower ones . More toilet paper . A sealed pack of wipes . No razors . Of course . Because why would they give convicted men - and the women forced to live with them - that could be used as a weapon ? - something sharp Still , I frowned . Was I just expected to grow out like a damn cactus ? I bit my lip , adding that to the long mental list of things I'd have to ask someone about . At least before my hair grew completely out of control ! I glanced at the small window above the sink - cracked open , letting in a whisper of fresh air through metal bars that looked welded in for eternity . I sighed and turned to the mirror . My reflection stared back at me like someone I barely knew . Hair tangled . Eyes hollow . My skin still pale and tired , but the bruise on my neck was thankfully still hidden well beneath the concealer . Realising that I'd been in here a little too long now , I turned toward the door , unlocked it , and stepped out - -before running myself directly into Coban's solid chest . " Shit ! " I gasped , stumbling to the side , arms flying up to brace myself before I landed on my ass in a heap at his feet . 3/4 3:16 pm P DD Chapter 23 Cosy He didn't even flinch . Just looked down at me with narrowed eyes . " That was a weak attempt to try knock me over ? " He raises a brow down at me . - I swallowed hard , trying to speak past the panic now bubbling in my throat . " No , sorry I'm so sorry , I didn't know you were- " He raised a hand , cutting me off . " Relax . It's not like it hurt . I was coming to hurry you up because I need to piss ! " I scrambled up to my feet before I stepped around him quickly , offering another small ' sorry ' as I passed - allowing him in to the bathroom . The boxes sat untouched on the floor , and I crouched beside them , flipping one open . Plastic packages containing my new grey uniforms . Another large package seemingly filled with a variety of fresh underwear . One package reading ' sleepwear ' . One containing socks . The last package being a fluffy beige blanket , I'm guessing to make me feel somewhat cosier in here ? Crazy . The second box had other things . A hairbrush . More makeup compacts similar to the one the man had let me use on the ship . Hair ties . Beige fluffy slippers matching the shade of the blanket . Plain white slides . Lastly , a notepad and pen labelled ' prisoner notes ' . They'd really thought of everything , huh ? Or so I hoped ... Chapter Comments 11 Write Comments Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!