I want to lash out. I want to attack. I want to rip his fucking eyeballs from his skull.
The only thing stopping me is knowing Low’s back there, counting on me. He got exactly what he wanted.
My hands still shake as I look down. The lights reflecting off the still wet blood trailing through the room.
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
He smirks at me before nodding to the guards behind me and moving in the direction the men just drug Low out of.
A rifle’s back in my back, propelling me forward after him. The door remains open until we’re through.
The hallway is just like the one my room is down. Same cement walls, same creepy feeling; the only difference is that next to each door is a large window looking in.
The window the older man is stopped at has a light on. The rifle pushes me closer to him until I’m standing next to him.
Glancing at me once before nodding towards the window.
Turning my head, I can see the men putting Low into the bed. A man walks over, hesitating. I can tell by the way he looks at her and then at the men in the room with him; I’m pretty sure he’s some sort of doctor, but I can’t see his face.
“Please don’t do this. Just take her to the hospital. I’ll take her place.”
“Such a noble —”
“She has nothing to do with this.She’s innocent!” I scream as the tears slide down my cheeks.
“Do we have an understanding?” he puts his arm around my shoulders, and I have to force down a reaction to revolt from him.
Slowly, I nod my head.
“Good.” He laughs. “You cooperate, she lives. It’s as easy as that.”
“You never told me your name.” I want it to come out strong and demanding, but it betrays me in a sheepish whisper.
He smiles at me, nodding his head to the man whose grip is digging into my arm, before I’m pulled back down the hallway.
Knowing by the creeping feeling across my body that his eyes never leave me until I’m back behind the door.
36
“Got it.” I call out as I force more of the drywall down, pushing myself through the small opening and into the darkness below. “Shit.” I scoff, my feet splashing into just enough water to cover my shoes. Pulling out my phone, using the light.
The voice in my ear directs me as I walk through the tunnel.
“Eli, wait for us,” Z calls through the comms as I come up to the door leading into the building.
Halting in front of the door, I wait.
Their footsteps reach me as I push the door open. The basement’s just as deserted as the one we came from.
“Shit,” I mumble, moving up the staircase to the main floor. Kicking each door as I clear the room before they make it up. “No one.” I shake my head.
“Come on.” Z nods at the stairs. Each taking a floor.
As I rush towards the top floor, I can hear the brothers shouting for Drew, and wood splintering.
When the building falls silent, I know what that means. Opening the last door, revealing yet another empty room.
“She’s not here.” I whisper to myself. Falling backwards against the wall, sliding down until I’m seated on the ground. “Fuck!” Ishout, ripping the comms out of my ear and throwing it against the opposite wall. Slamming my head backwards against the wood.
