side of the room. I continued to lie still, listening to him work, banging metal objects around. Each time he made noise I felt my heart practically stall. All I had to do was wait my opportunity, once it came I was out of there.
He turned and made his way slowly back to where I lay. I watched on silently as he pushed the gurney across the room to where he had stood working. It was warmer there, and the heat slid inside my freezing body. But it didn’t matter, I was too terrified to feel anything nice.
His hands fumbled with the button on my trousers and I felt my entire body stiffen. I didn’t want him touching me, never mind unbuttoning my jeans. He got them open and began to work them down over my hips. I couldn’t stop myself from moving and he froze over me.
“Waking up are you? I think you’d have preferred to be unconscious for this next part.” His voice was gruff. Although he seemed to be addressing me, I could tell from the tone in his voice that it was more for his own benefit.
He peeled my trousers down, until the lower half of my stomach was revealed and then he turned away. This was my chance, I wasn’t going to wait for him to make his move on me. I rolled off the metal gurney, my body hitting the stone flags, the impact jolting through me.
“You sneaky, bitch.” He snarled at me as he turned.
In one hand he held a metal rod, the end furthest from him was flat and held some sort of symbol or design that I couldn’t make out. But I knew what it was. He waved the brand at me as I braced myself against the metal gurney and pushed with everything I was worth. The table groaned, the wheels turning on the ground until they gained traction. I slammed the table into his body, knocking him off balance and driving him back against his work station.
I screamed as his back hit the work station, the brand dropping from his hand as he scrambled to push the gurney away and escape from whatever he had fallen on. I didn’t hang around, I didn’t have time to see what was causing him to scream like a banshee. Instead, I ran. I dashed out through the door, running blindly. All I knew was that I needed to escape, I needed to get out of there before my captors had the chance to raise the alarm. I had to get back to Aidan and I wouldn’t stop running until I’d achieved my goals.
CHAPTER THREE
Aidan
The alarm clock beside the bed bleeped. Untucking one arm from beneath my body I did my best to slam the life from it. All I wanted was for the sound to stop. My hand found nothing but air and I reached further, my body going over the edge of the bed as I tumbled down onto the floor.
I landed with a crunch, the first whiskey bottle I’d emptied down my throat the night before breaking underneath me. The second bottle rolled after me, spilling the rest of its contents down across my chest.
“Shit.”
The word came out in a hiss of breath as I grabbed the bottle and turned it right way up. The amber liquid inside was the only thing that helped me forget, the only thing that helped me sleep, I couldn’t afford to waste it.
The glass from the broken bottle sliced into my arm and side as I pushed myself up from the floor. The pain giving me a fleeting moment of relief, something else to focus on besides the constant ache that existed within my chest and gut. I felt like someone who’d suffered a shot gun blast at close range. Without Bella there was nothing left of me, nothing worthwhile anyway. I was a husk, my insides scooped out with a dull blade the moment Christopher had taken her.
I stood and the room swam around me. It was like standing on the deck of a small boat, each wave making me unstable. My eyes sought out the damage on my arm and side, a small piece of glass still sat in the wound just below my chest and yet, I didn’t feel it. Blood dripped slowly onto the floor and I let it, none of it mattered. I tugged the piece of glass
He turned and made his way slowly back to where I lay. I watched on silently as he pushed the gurney across the room to where he had stood working. It was warmer there, and the heat slid inside my freezing body. But it didn’t matter, I was too terrified to feel anything nice.
His hands fumbled with the button on my trousers and I felt my entire body stiffen. I didn’t want him touching me, never mind unbuttoning my jeans. He got them open and began to work them down over my hips. I couldn’t stop myself from moving and he froze over me.
“Waking up are you? I think you’d have preferred to be unconscious for this next part.” His voice was gruff. Although he seemed to be addressing me, I could tell from the tone in his voice that it was more for his own benefit.
He peeled my trousers down, until the lower half of my stomach was revealed and then he turned away. This was my chance, I wasn’t going to wait for him to make his move on me. I rolled off the metal gurney, my body hitting the stone flags, the impact jolting through me.
“You sneaky, bitch.” He snarled at me as he turned.
In one hand he held a metal rod, the end furthest from him was flat and held some sort of symbol or design that I couldn’t make out. But I knew what it was. He waved the brand at me as I braced myself against the metal gurney and pushed with everything I was worth. The table groaned, the wheels turning on the ground until they gained traction. I slammed the table into his body, knocking him off balance and driving him back against his work station.
I screamed as his back hit the work station, the brand dropping from his hand as he scrambled to push the gurney away and escape from whatever he had fallen on. I didn’t hang around, I didn’t have time to see what was causing him to scream like a banshee. Instead, I ran. I dashed out through the door, running blindly. All I knew was that I needed to escape, I needed to get out of there before my captors had the chance to raise the alarm. I had to get back to Aidan and I wouldn’t stop running until I’d achieved my goals.
CHAPTER THREE
Aidan
The alarm clock beside the bed bleeped. Untucking one arm from beneath my body I did my best to slam the life from it. All I wanted was for the sound to stop. My hand found nothing but air and I reached further, my body going over the edge of the bed as I tumbled down onto the floor.
I landed with a crunch, the first whiskey bottle I’d emptied down my throat the night before breaking underneath me. The second bottle rolled after me, spilling the rest of its contents down across my chest.
“Shit.”
The word came out in a hiss of breath as I grabbed the bottle and turned it right way up. The amber liquid inside was the only thing that helped me forget, the only thing that helped me sleep, I couldn’t afford to waste it.
The glass from the broken bottle sliced into my arm and side as I pushed myself up from the floor. The pain giving me a fleeting moment of relief, something else to focus on besides the constant ache that existed within my chest and gut. I felt like someone who’d suffered a shot gun blast at close range. Without Bella there was nothing left of me, nothing worthwhile anyway. I was a husk, my insides scooped out with a dull blade the moment Christopher had taken her.
I stood and the room swam around me. It was like standing on the deck of a small boat, each wave making me unstable. My eyes sought out the damage on my arm and side, a small piece of glass still sat in the wound just below my chest and yet, I didn’t feel it. Blood dripped slowly onto the floor and I let it, none of it mattered. I tugged the piece of glass
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