* I wretched over the small commode for what felt like the hundredth time since I had woken up from whatever the hell Donovan had done to me. My ankle was still sore, and so was my arm, but other than some residual bruising, I was healed. All except for the vomiting I couldn't stop. My stomach cramped again and I heaved. I felt clammy and sweat dripped down my entire body. I had lost track of time, so when I heard a commotion outside of my designated cell, I hurried over to look out the door. It was daylight, but looked later as opposed to earlier. Two men came in, carrying a blonde between them. She was unconscious and her face was bruised. I pressed closer to the glass, knowing that I recognized her face. I had dreamt of her. I watched until I couldn't see any of them and then sank down on my cot. I was shaking I was so weak. The hydraulic door locks hissed and I looked up as Cantwell stepped inside my room.

* I wretched over the small commode for what felt like the hundredth time since I had woken up from whatever the hell Donovan had done to me. My ankle was still sore, and so was my arm, but other than some residual bruising, I was healed. All except for the vomiting I couldn't stop. My stomach cramped again and I heaved. I felt clammy and sweat dripped down my entire body. I had lost track of time, so when I heard a commotion outside of my designated cell, I hurried over to look out the door. It was daylight, but looked later as opposed to earlier. Two men came in, carrying a blonde between them. She was unconscious and her face was bruised. I pressed closer to the glass, knowing that I recognized her face. I had dreamt of her. I watched until I couldn't see any of them and then sank down on my cot. I was shaking I was so weak. The hydraulic door locks hissed and I looked up as Cantwell stepped inside my room.
"Let's go, Jericho." He jerked me up and I pitched back, my head spinning. "You are so fucking weak and stupid." He snapped, slinging me around like a rag doll. I forced my legs to walk under my own speed. He led me into the infirmary, slapping my ass into a chair and clamping my wrists down. He stepped out of the room and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You SON OF A BITCH!" I heard the outburst and then a scuffle, followed by the sound of retching. I sympathized with her in that moment. I knew it was the blonde. Two orderlies came around the corner and released me, dragging me to a small exam room. I saw her, sitting there. She saw me before they set me on the exam table. I had to warn her. I had to tell her what I had seen in my dream, but I had no idea how I was going to do that. *
* I watched the exchange between her and Cantwell. I cringed when he backhanded her. Blood splattered on the floor as he grabbed the front of her shirt. "Wanna see my corncob, slut?" Horror exploded in my chest and I yanked at my bindings. She moved her body in defensive gestures as he tried to grab her. "Cantwell!" I gasped desperately. He stopped his advances and spun on me. "What do you want?" My eyes met his as he leaned into my space. "The only reason you're still breathing is because you managed to escape the wolves." Without warning, I spewed vomit on his chest. It soaked him and my lap, but he backed off. "You fucking bitch." I stared him down, shrugging a shoulder against my chin to wipe it off. "I can't wait to make you suffer. I want to send you back to your worthless brother in pieces." I never flinched. "That would be a big mistake. We both know that." My voice was steady as his eyes met mine. "You betrayed your pack, Cantwell. You stabbed Quinn Cooper in the back when you murdered his father and covered it up. I just can't figure out why Donovan is helping you." He advanced on me again and grabbed my jaw hard. "That's none of your business." He snarled before he shoved my head back against the table I was strapped to. He stormed out of the small room and then I was alone with the blonde. I turned my face and she was watching me. "Gracie Jericho?" She asked, her face battered and bruised. "Yes." I whispered. "I'm Kristen. My cousin mated your sister, Gina. I'm here to bring you home." Tears filled my eyes. "If you don't get out of here, Kristen, you won't leave here alive. I'm guaranteed safety until the baby is born." Her jaw set stubbornly. "I came for you. And we're walking out of here together." I shook my head. "No. We won't. Just go. Please, just go."
ReplyDelete"I'm not going anywhere without you. Gabe sent me and Quinn and another guy, Sebastian to find you and I did what I set out to do. I'm not leaving without you, Gracie." Her face was covered in vomit, and the smell was horrible, but I'd been and sat through worse. " You need to go. Tell Gabe I refused. I can't let anyone else die, because of me." I shook my head and finished clawing my way through the straps tying me down. "Good. " I said as I lifted my hands as the stressed straps fell away. " Cause ain't nobody dying today. " I stood up after releasing my feet. Gracie's eyes widened and I smiled as I headed over to help her from her chair, mindful of her soggy clothes from where she'd threw up. I looked around for anything I could use for a weapon when the door swung open and Cantwell, followed by a big blonde male stepped into the room. " Well well well....looks like Cooper found himself a resourceful woman. If he'd had you all a long he might not of lost the respect of the pack. " I took a fighting stance..looking like I wasn't too sure how I was supposed stand in a hand to hand situation. I muttered for Gracie to get back and then waited for him and his goon boy to make a move.
ReplyDelete* Kristen shoved me behind her as Cantwell stepped back inside with one of the guards. I had tried to tell her, to warn her, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to listen to me. She stood ready to fight. "Trying to play protector?" Cantwell teased as he slowly circled us. "No playing about it, asshole." Kristen hissed. I let out a shriek before cold metal pressed to the under side of my chin and an arm of steel pressed against my chest. "It's your call, pussy cat." Cantwell continued to walk. "You can stop fighting and let us take you peacefully where you will be staying or we can end little Gracie Jericho right here, right now." They stopped moving. "All I have to do here is have Abel slit her throat. He'd just have to pierce the skin under her chin and cut a hole like this." He gestured with his finger across his own throat. I felt the blade burn and blood running. I saw the second she submitted and Cantwell leapt on her. He punched her in the face and she fell unconscious. He reached up and grabbed me, roughly pulling me out of the door. "Bring the feline." He snapped to Abel. He drug me down a long hall. "Let me go!" I struggled to get away from him. He shook me so hard my teeth rattled. "Stop fucking fighting me. I'm seconds away from ending your misery and mine." He continued to yank me down the hall, and out a door. The sun was bright and I closed my eyes against the blinding light. He led us into an old warehouse where it was dark, damp and filthy. He opened the door to an open warehouse room. It looked like a torture chamber. He shoved me to my knees and cuffed me to the floor. I watched as Kristen was carried in and dumped unceremoniously into a chair. Cantwell strapped her to it and gagged her. He slapped her face hard. "I'll be back, pussy cat." With that, he turned and the door slammed shut. Kristen's head hung to her chest, unconscious. I tried to still my panicked heart. My belly cramped and I tried to take deep breaths. My dream was going to come true. Neither one of us would leave this room alive. *
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