Page 65 of Anger

“Have faith, I have,” Ranson replied.

Mac arched an eyebrow and looked back at his laptop. The cameras had lost sight of the van after several turns. It had to be somewhere, and Mac was going to find it.

Lanie/Lamia

“I need a drink, please,” Lanie whispered.

Her throat was sore and dry, and she could barely talk. Numerous times, Simon had put an electric collar around her neck and allowed her to use a dirty toilet in the corner of the room. But he’d not been forthcoming with drinks or food.

“The information is confusing. Some say monsters can’t give birth, but then Lamia was not a one-off. Neither were werewolves or vampires. The only way to check is to look inside you,” Simon announced.

“What?” Lanie croaked.

“I need to cut you open and see if you’re pregnant,” Simon replied.

Lanie felt her blood run cold. “Go to hell! You’ll kill my babies!” Lanie shrieked.

“If you are, then they are monsters too and need exterminating,” Simon said, getting to his feet. He picked up the shock collar.

“Don’t do this!” Lanie cried.

“Shut up. I’m doing this for humankind. To stop you. If I allow you to procreate, then the world will be filled with creatures.”

“You’re the monster!” Lanie cried as he snapped the collar around her neck. Lanie spotted the button to activate the collar around his own neck.

She gathered her strength, tapping a little into Lamia. The hell she was going to let him cut her open. Simon undid her cuffs and hauled her to her feet. Lanie sagged against him as she pretended to be weaker than what she was.

Simon was struggling to hold her as her body became boneless, and she slipped towards the ground.

“What is wrong with you?” Simon boomed.

“You’ve not fed or given me drinks. What do you think is wrong?” Lanie cried. “I’m human. This is torture!”

“Stop lying!” Simon screeched in her face. His smelly breath blasted her, and Lanie gagged. She clutched his tee and suddenly snapped her elbow up. She hit him straight in the jaw and sent him tumbling. Lanie reached out and snagged the button, ripping it from his neck. She kicked him as hard as she could from the ground, hurting both of her feet, and then booted his groin.

Simon let out a different type of scream as Lanie kicked him again in the groin and then face.

She bent and struggled to untie her ankles but got them undone.

Lanie rushed towards the door and burst through it.

‘Mac,’she screamed. If she connected with Mac the others would find her.

Proceeding down a dimly lit corridor, she noticed a flight of steps at the far end of the hallway. Lanie ran towards it and began climbing them.

She found herself in another small hallway with further stairs. Lanie kept going until, finally, she burst through a trapdoor and discovered she was in a warehouse.

Not stopping for anything, Lanie raced towards the door in the distance and shot through it.

“Bitch!” someone said, and a punch sent her unconscious.

Chapter Thirteen.

Mac

“We have the van, it’s moving away from the town. Out into the country,” Ranson cried, standing up.

“Do you think she is on it? We saw her escape? I heard her call for me,” Mac asked, desperate. “I can’t feel her bond anymore, either. That van can’t be shielded.”

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