Page 51 of Prophet
“He has a belief that you are the woman he was destined to have. Who the hell knew he wanted one? He could have anyone he wanted.” She scoffed. “All because of that promise he made to her.”
Again, I wondered...what promise? I knew whatever it was, it would not be good for me.
“Making sure her line went on,” Vi grumbled. “A fucking stripper having his babies? No, that wasn’t what she wanted.”
I nearly jolted at what she just said. Deacon wanted me to have his—I couldn’t even contemplate this nightmarish possibility.
“Maybe you will just die,” she spoke close to my cheek now. “Then we can move on to what’s important.”
I kept still even as fear rushed all the way through me and her hot breath coasted along my cheek. I didn’t know who she was but being with Deacon and O, she probably wouldn’t think twice about killing me as I laid here seemingly helpless.
Her steps sounded across the floor as she moved away and I trembled, hoping I was alone now or someone watching wouldn’t see my shaking limbs. I tried to keep the panic at bay. I still felt light headed but a bit stronger. Maybe that was because I knew I had to get the hell out of here. This would only get worse and worse. I did know I would not be sleeping with that evil monster. But it wouldn’t be my choice, would it? He could simply...my trembling got worse. Try not to think about that, I coached myself.
I really had only one choice here. Escape. I couldn’t lay here and wait to be rescued.Ifthey could find me to rescue me. I cracked an eye open. All I saw was blur for a few seconds then the ceiling. White metal. I knew we were underground but what in the heck? I listened for a few silent minutes, counting the seconds from one to sixty in my head. I couldn’t take the chance of being seen.
Finally, I opened both eyes. I didn’t turn my head, I just couldn’t take the chance yet. So again, I waited just to be sure. If anyone caught me awake, they would call Deacon back in. I wanted to be as far away from that disaster of a human being as I could possibly get. I did feel afraid, I admitted it to myself. This would be like running through a maze. I was almost knocked out when Maxim carried me in here. I tried to remember how far he might have taken me. I needed to find those stairs. It was the only exit I knew of.
Steps came across the floor again.
I closed my eyes.Dang it.
Footfalls moved closer and a voice spoke, “Let’s get you an IV,” Dr. Fedor stated quietly.
I felt cold all over and I shivered. An IV? Like with needles? I couldn’t help it, my heart again started beating rapidly all over again. I tried to control my breathing, but I couldn’t do it. I’d had a fear of needles ever since I was a kid.What can I do?I really didn’t think I could fake it through that.
“Hey now, you are responsive,” Fedor said. He did that thing with his fingers and opened my eyelid while flashing the pen light. “Ahh yes, your pupil dilation has improved considerably. Good news, because, if you don’t get better…” He paused and said, “I’m a dead man.”
I almost felt sorry for him,almost. I knew I shouldn't because if he worked for Deacon, he wasn’t a good man. Or at least one would think so. I’d heard what was done to Maxim and I could only imagine what the Pain Room was. Not that I had any pity for that mean man. Maxim was as bad as anyone employed by Deacon. They all knew what reign of terror O and Deacon had perpetuated on Ramton, on the Walkers. No, I needed to steel my heart. Dr. Fedor was not my friend.
I heard him moving around along with odd sounds like clinking and a cabinet door shutting. Then something on squeaking wheels moved closer to me. I held my breath. Oh God, I had to do something to stop him. I didn’t know if I was ready to try and escape yet, but I had no time to sit up and get my bearings.
He grasped my arm and spoke soothingly, “You might or might not feel this, but it will sting a bit.”
Sting? Heck no!I opened my eyes and sat upright as I stared at this Dr. Fedor.
Fedor was an older man with a busted lip, bruising on his jawline and wide eyes, which were currently staring at me.
I didn’t plan what I would do to stop him, but I glanced over at the metal IV stand. Reaching out, I grasped it with all my might and slammed it up against his head.
The man gasped and his head went sideways.
The room seemed to be spinning as I took a deep breath and wondered if I even hit him hard enough. I looked around and saw nothing close by that I could use as a weapon. So I grasped the stand again and slammed it one more time onto the back of his head this time and he had slumped into my lap. Groaning, he stilled. I was nearly hyperventilating by this point. I had never hit anyone in my whole life and I still felt weak.
Raising my head, I could see better now as I took in what seemed to be an actual medical room. I then peered down at the man in my lap. He felt so heavy on my legs. I swiped sweat from my brow and spotted something in his wide pocket as he wore a white lab coat. I reached over and tried to grab it. Slinking my fingers in, I grasped whatever it was and tugged it out. Looking down at it, I saw that it was a set of keys on a small metal ring. Maybe to the doors? Or an exit I could use if I made it that far. My hands shook badly as I looped it through three of my fingers and it felt tight enough that it would hopefully stay there.
I grabbed his arm and tried to move him. He was too heavy for me, I still didn’t feel normal and I knew I was weaker than I should be. I tried to use my legs to lift him off. Again pathetic, I could not move him.
Oh my gosh, I realized I couldn’t escape in this shape. I laid back down and tried to get my breath back. Someone might come in here at any minute. Tears filled my eyes. I fought panic.No fear or you will die,Liv had said and she was right. No, Deacon did not plan to kill me, but I would want to die anyway. I swiped the falling tears away and took another deep breath. With all my might, I struggled to turn my body to the side to get his weight off. I grunted and groaned then pushed hard.
His body started to slide to the floor, taking the IV stand with him.
With breathless desperation, I reached out and caught it. Someone would hear if it fell. He then slid the rest of the way down and crumpled onto the floor with a small thump. Weak and breathless, I set the stand back up and laid there on my side. I had to hurry, but with the shape I was in, my body didn’t understand this.
I stared at the cabinet across the way from me. The one he must have gotten into before. I saw small bottles on one shelf and shiny metal objects on a tray on the next shelf.Scalpels!Sharp and deadly. Could I really do that to someone? I paused and then thought, did I really want to bear Deacon’s children? Did I want to never see Prophet again?
I slowly sat up, I needed to hurry but I realized I wasn’t in the best shape. I couldn’t pass out here. I needed to get out of this mess. Ok, the room didn’t spin as bad as I thought it would. Next, I swung my legs over. Remembering what happened when they gave out before, I gingerly stepped down with one foot then the other as I held onto the table with my hands for support. I carefully stepped over to the cabinet and opened it. I had to be careful to grab the largest scalpel by it’s handle, or I would get cut myself.
I slowly turned and made my way to the open doorway, hoping upon hope that there wouldn’t be anyone in the hall. I couldn’t fight men on my best day and I didn’t plan to. I held the scalpel handle and I would use that if anyone grabbed me or at least I would try. In my other hand, I held the keys that I hoped would help me.
