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An unfamiliar side, not the one where we set anchor, but this is where Dean was headed, and he’s arrived. He looks rested, his hair longer than normal, and he’s gained some weight.
It must be good to be king.
I stand next to him, looking from him to the ground stories below, waves crashing against the rocks.
Sam can’t fall from that height and survive. The thought stabs me in the heart, and I clutch my chest, rubbing away the pain.
The coastline is far enough that I can’t make anyone out, but looking closer, I see the red dots that line the earth below. Men in jumpsuits working, moving the bodies from the underground and holding me against my will.
A fire burns next to the cliff, its flames rising to the sky, and I worry I might be sick knowing what they’re burning.
I’m down there somewhere, drugged until I passed out. Dean stares at me, whether he knows it or not.
Does he know I’m closer than he could have imagined? He won’t have to enter the underground to collect his prize, and maybe that’s better. That could work if he’s distracted enough to leave my family alone and take me with him, but there’s still the matter of them escaping.
I never saw anyone in a tunnel in my visions.
There was never anything like that.
There’s a knock at the door, and Dean invites them inside.
A young woman enters and blushes, noticing Dean’s ass in full view.
“I can come back,” she sputters, turning to leave.
“No,” Dean says. His calm voice commands her before he takes another drag of his cigarette. “You can give me the update.”
“Y-yes. Of course.” She taps a shaky finger on the tablet, pushing her glasses up her face a few times. “Supplies are up — above quota. The demand is also high, so Oliver submitted a recommendation to up the trade value. Food is storage is adequate, but—”
“What’s the transmission from the underground?” he interrupts her. Dean turns, the cigarette hanging from his mouth, and her eyes flicker down as he strides toward her. She scoots away, but her back slams against the closed door, and she’s trapped.
“All I give a fuck about…” He points to the window behind him, a cruel smile on his lips, and takes another step closer. “Is right out there.”
I step over to them, noticing his erection prodding at her stomach. She’s shivering, holding the tablet against her chest and letting her glasses slide down her nose. Fear excites Dean. He feeds off of it, knowing he’s scaring someone smaller and weaker than him.
“T-the, last c-communication,” she stutters. “It’s right here.”
She turns the tablet around, and his eyes look downward, narrowing at the words on the screen.
I lean in, and even though I’m not really here, I swear I can smell him. The sweat and stink of his breath pour off of his body.
You honor us with your visit. Please accept this invitation for you and a few of your men to a welcome ceremony. We expect you will alert us of your arrival.
“Welcome ceremony,” Dean spits. “Is he still tracking the ship?”
“T-there’s no way around that,” she whispers. “The Assembly’s tracking devices are emb-beded.”
“Well, then he’s been notified of our arrival, hasn’t he?” Dean hisses.
The woman stands with her mouth slightly open, unsure if she should speak or offer more information. She still shivers like a scared animal within Dean’s sight.
“Send the drones out,” he says. “Get a view of the whole place. They’re doing something over there, and I want to know what.”
“Yes, sir,” she complies.
Dean strides over to a stack of clothes folded in a chair. He sifts out something and puts it on, letting the woman stand in fear while he takes his time.
Putting the cigarette out on the window, letting the ashes fall onto the floor, he cracks his neck and snaps his fingers at the girl. She rushes to his side.
