found the candles and matches and lit a few so I could see what I was doing.
“I hope to God he takes you back there, Mel. Back to the dam. If he doesn’t, then how will I ever find you again? Stay strong.” I looked around the cabin. Everything was in the same place as I had left it.
I sat at the table and pulled my blood-soaked shirt off. The bullet hole in my side was deep and ugly. The one on my left shoulder was oozing blood but looked better. I pulled the bottle of alcohol out of the duffle bag along with the small medical kit and went to work, cleaning both wounds. I hissed in pain as the alcohol soaked into the bleeding holes, then drank some of the 151 to take the edge off.
“I’m coming for you, Mel. I’m not coming for revenge. I know I promised. I’m coming for you .”
Caged
I recognized the padded room as low voice—the others called him Drake—shoved me inside. My hands were duct-taped together, and a grey strip covered my mouth so I couldn’t scream. He pulled out a blade and cut the tape binding my wrists, then pulled the tape off my mouth. Then he grabbed my arms and cuffed me against the wall using the familiar restraints that hung from cables attached to the ceiling.
“Silas is going to kill you.”
“Your boyfriend? He’s already dead.”
“He doesn’t die easy.”
“That’s why I sent some more guys out there to make sure.”
I tried to keep the dismay and pain off my face. “What are you going to do with me?”
Drake came close and pushed me against the wall with his body, then reached up and squeezed my breasts painfully. “Whatever. I. Want.” He was strong, olive skinned, and six feet tall with dark hair spiked straight up. His eyes were brown and malignant.
I said nothing and closed my eyes. He pushed his sweaty lips against mine. I turned my face away in disgust. I wanted to raise my knee and make him feel pain. I wanted to bite his face and rip a chunk off. But that wouldn’t keep me alive until Si came—if he came. So I held still until he let go. And then I waited until he left and the stench of his breath dissipated.
Once the door clicked shut and locked behind him, I allowed myself to shudder and cry.
I had fallen asleep, with my arms numb and hanging outstretched above me, when I heard the door open again. I didn’t know how long it had been; there was no clock in the room, and there were no windows. Just white padded walls and floor, and the single, bolted door.
“Heal her.” Drake’s voice was evil thunder in my ears. He unfastened my arms from the cuffs and pointed at the cameras in the corners of the ceiling as two masked men threw the girl’s naked body onto the floor. “And don’t try anything. We’re watching.”
It was the first time they had brought a girl for me to save. I choked as I approached her. There were whip marks across her back and breasts and burn marks all over. All of the openings in her body were bleeding. Her face was beaten and bruised. Her breath was shallow, her skin was pale, and she looked like she was dying.
“You people are animals!” I looked up at the cameras.
I knelt down and placed my hands on her. She flinched away, expecting pain. “I’m here to help you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what they did. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them. What’s your name?”
“L—Lissa.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She coughed up blood and gasped.
I willed the healing energy down my arms, through my hands and into her skin. “You should tell them what they want before they kill you, Lissa.”
I leaned close to her mouth so I could hear her without the mics in the ceiling picking up her words. I blocked her lips from the camera so they couldn’t see that she was talking.
“They want to know about—” Lissa contorted in pain and blood flowed out of her nose. Her eyes rolled back in her head, exposing the whites.
“Come on Lissa. I’m sorry but I need to know.” I held her head