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He pulls me up with him while pulling something from his back pocket. I struggle, but after that assault, he wins. I notice that he takes a needle out. No. He uncaps it with his mouth and injects it
into my arm. I feel the sting of the needle. The burn of whatever was in it. The room goes fuzzy, then turns dark, and I feel myself falling.
Chapter Twenty-one
Daphne
I wake up in a different place than that stuffy bedroom. I spot him right away. He's never going to leave me alone. Not now. What am I going to do?
"Grey, please let me go." My lip hurts like hell when I talk. He must've cut it when he slapped me. I still have no idea why he's exactly doing this. I realize that I'm sitting in a chair in a nasty-looking warehouse. My hands are tied separately on the arms of the chair. The rope biting into my wrists. It looks like a crime scene in here. Blood everywhere; what did he do here? What's he going to do to me? He looks crazier than earlier; his eyes are bloodshot. It might've been days ago. How long was I out this time? What was in that needle? My head feels funny. It feels like a sort of fog has been veiled over it. I'm still in the red dress. And I'm freezing. This place is cold. My body starts shivering on its own accord. Trying to warm me up.
I look around again, and that's when I notice the cart. There are about thirty different tools on it. Scary ones, I notice the bone saw right away. I have one, too. Oh God. There's an assortment of
knives and scalpels, along with screwdrivers and pliers. It looks like an episode of a horror film.
"You know I'm going to have so much fun playing with you. Just like I had fun playing with that boy of yours. What was his name again?" I think of Archer, please, not Archer. "Ah yes, Rory."
My eyes must widen by my shock.
"I have to admit letting that loser take the fall didn't feel as good as you might think. I wanted it to be known that I did that to him. But I needed you off my back so when desperate measures arise." He shrugs. He did that to Rory. In all the years I've worked at the FBI, I never pictured Grey having the stomach to do that to a person. Now, I know better than to not always trust my judgment.
"Why?"
"Because he touched what is mine. Grinding all over you. Not a care in the world. Disgusting."
He killed Rory because of me? I didn't even see him there, not even on the surveillance. He must have been watching me on the video feeds.
"But how could you make those cuts." I'm genuinely confused and morbidly curious.
"I worked as a surgeon when I was in the army. My hands are as steady as they once were. It's nice to know that they are still this steady. It makes this job so much better." He basically squeals with excitement. He's officially hit psychotic levels. I try to move my wrists, but there's no budge. The slight rubbing causes me pain. Knowing that I'll have brush burns when they come off. He moves closer to me. "Too bad for Rory, I really do think he was a good guy. I'll have fun doing the same to you and then to your dear Archer."
"You wouldn't be able to touch him. You cower in front of him."
"Oh, that's just a front. He does not scare me. He is a coward. And guess what. He's not coming for you. No one is coming for you. You are completely mine."
"You're lying." I'm the only one lying. I know this is the end.
"No, I'm not. And look here. We have this nice camera recording everything that I'm going to do for you. Just for your Archer to watch. Then I'll do everything I do to you to him. Maybe a few extras if I'm feeling like it."
He's making it sound like we are winning a game show instead of losing the game of life. I don't know how to make him
stop. "Are you ready, dear Daphne?"
I look at him and don't answer. I will not answer him. I won't give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice beg him. Because if I open my mouth, I might do just that. I'm terrified. I had so many other plans. I have plans of traveling the world, being with Archer, having kids, and watching my sister fulfill her dreams. I wonder what he did with her. My first tear crashes down on the ground. Cordelia.
Grey walks up to his cart of torture. He picks out a scalpel.
"I think we should start on those pretty little fingers." He moves towards me, and I stop breathing altogether when he reaches me. Grey moves behind me. He lifts the scalpel up and presses down on my ring finger. I scream. The pain is so vivid. I nearly am thrown into oblivion.
He makes a cut before I hear something behind him. A gunshot rings out, and one second, Grey is standing over me, while the next, he's cowering on the ground, clutching his leg. I look up only to find Archer in tactical gear racing towards me. "Daphne." I hear him shout. I think I'm dreaming. There's no way that he found me. But then he's on me. Searching for any more wounds. His handstouch basically every part of me, minus my hands. "I'm here now." Tears rush down my face.
"Hello, Archer," Grey says, still on the floor. Holding the gunshot wound in his calf. "Way to make an entrance. Thinking you're going to save her."
"Grey, I already won. What do you think you're going to do down there. You are nothing of consequence now. Just a body."
Grey lets out a laugh and lunges towards Archer. But Archer is fast, and with Grey stumbling, he doesn't compare to Archer. Archer grabs Grey and throws him to the ground. He's standing over Grey.
"You should know better than to take something that's mine," Archer says to Grey. I cannot imagine the look that Archer is giving him. He sounds murderous. Grey, as if finally realizing how truly dangerous Arch is, starts to beg.
