14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Victoria
I ’m exhausted and I just want to cry myself to sleep. Taking a deep breath, closing my eyes and leaning against the cold wall, my body screams as I’m trying to hold everything in. I know that sooner or later I’m going to have a total breakdown. Who wouldn’t in this situation?
To keep myself sane and not allow a breakdown of any sort, I mumble my new mantra, “Just keep it together. Just keep it together.”
Taking a deep breath and staying in my spot, I curl up, trying to stay out of the dark thoughts which are currently filling my head. I’m not sure how long I was in the same position when I heard the lock and metal door opening. Keeping my eyes closed, I knew it’s one of those four men, it always is. Keeping my mouth shut as I hear someone clearing their throat, I slowly open my eyes.
Sighing and focusing on Owen and his creepy smile, “What do you want?”
Walking over to where I’m curled up, “I hear you need patched up.” Sitting down next to me, he sets a small box next to him. Looking me over before zoning in on the spot where Jasper had bit me and blood was soaking through my shirt. It’s not like I could hide the injury from him.
“I wonder who you heard that from,” I mutter. The smirk growing on his face and chuckle tell me I didn’t say it soft enough. These men were all crazy. Psychotic! How the hell am I supposed to survive this or them?
“Jasper’s known to be the most impulsive one out of the four of us.” I hear his words as I watch his hand move my shirt so he can see the bite mark on my shoulder. He releases a disapproving sound before letting his hand fall and move to the small box he brought. Opening it, I can finally see that it’s a first aid kit.
“Impulsive… Seriously? Impulsive, is that what you call it?” I mutter as I watch him bring out a small water bottle and some gauze. Opening the water bottle and getting the gauze wet, I know it needs to be cleaned but the temptation to tell him to fuck off and let the wound be is tempting.
Owen moves the side of my shirt while cleaning the blood off making a small ‘tsking’ sound when it wouldn’t stop bleeding. Keeping the gauze on the wound, he reaches for his med kit, and sighs.
“Hold that for a few minutes while I get a bandage and some medicine ready.” I did as he said, not wanting his hands on me. Staying silent, my eyes track every finger twitch as he works.
“You are being quiet… what is on your mind?” Owen says softly, as he put some Neosporin on some gauze, and rips four pieces of medical tape, setting them on his arm. He gently reaches forward, moving my hand to the side, he places the new gauze on my wound, and slowly puts the tape in place. I can feel the pressure as he put on the tape making sure it would stay. Though if you ask me his touch lingered too long before moving my shirt back to its original spot.
“I’m tired, so I don’t have a lot to say right now,” I tell him. It's more I don’t have anything I want to say to him that might lead to me getting in trouble. I have plenty of words I could call these people…but that wouldn’t help my situation. It would probably just get these guys mad at me and I didn’t know if that's a good thing for me right now.
I hear Owen release a hum as he’s closing the first aid box. His eyes flash to mine, as he leans forward, “You know I can tell when someone is lying to me pretty easily. Now would you like to try again, ‘ Sweetheart’?”
I feel a shiver travel down my spine at his cold tone and the use of the nickname he started calling me. Shifting in my seat, I watch the man before me with apprehension. “I don’t have anything nice to say, so I’ll stay silent,” I say, which was the truth. I have a feeling cursing him out and screaming would make him give me a disappointed look or maybe something worse, like angry enough to go ahead and kill me.
Owen pulls back standing up while releasing a sigh, “I guess that’s true enough. I don’t feel like dealing with a temper tantrum either.” I can feel my lip curl at his words.
“Temper tantrum …” I mutter, my eyes narrowing. The bite in my voice is definitely heard as he stands up, dusting his pants off from sitting on the ground with me. He looks down at me with a raised eyebrow.
“What else would you call something like screaming and cursing or even attacking someone. Those are temper tantrums. I have dealt with one too many around here.” He says and I can hear the distaste in his voice. I don’t have a response either, so I look up at him with a blank look, not impressed in the slightest.
I swear all these people have a few screws loose. Forcing myself to take a deep breath, and to suppress the words that are on the tip of my tongue is difficult, but I need to hold it in. I don’t want to say something that will get me in more trouble later. I didn’t need that right now.
“Thank you for patching me up,” I said, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. The look he gives me says I didn’t succeed.
He grins at me, eyes lighting up as he looks down at me, crossing his arms over his chest, and raising an eyebrow. “You’re welcome. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
Shaking my head, while lowering my eyes, I chose not to say anything. Acting submissive is my new plan. Maybe that'll be helpful. I haven’t seen any way to escape here yet. I just needed to bide my time till I find a way. Everyone can’t be on guard all the time. I just need to wait and find that exact moment someone lowers their guard.
I hear Owen’s hum but before I can look up, I feel him grab my chin forcing me to look up. “You aren’t gonna try anything, are you?” It’s obvious my submissive act didn’t work on him from the calculating look on his face. I held his gaze for a few moments, trying to move away, but his grip didn’t let up, causing me to wince.
“Nothing at the moment.” I tell him truthfully. I don’t have any plans on how to get out of this right now. These people are well organized and have the manpower to do this. I'm lacking the basic information needed to even make it out of this building, let alone far enough away to get help.
“See that it stays that way.” He let me go, giving me a look over once more. Gently rubbing the spot he held, hoping like hell it doesn’t bruise. I have enough of those on me right now and would rather not add another one.
“I would try to get some sleep if I were you. Tomorrow is the next test, and you’ll need all the brain power you've got.” Owen tells me while brushing some of his blonde hair out of his face. His eyes are locked on me causing me to pause at his words.
Brain power? So, will it have to do with something psychological then? I feel my mind going a mile a minute before forcing myself to nod at his words.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart. Try not to have any nightmares tonight.” He then shuts the door, leaving me to my thoughts and what he could truly meant by that little hint he gave me.
Tomorrow is going to be another horrible day.
‘One test down... four more to go.’