17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Victoria
“ L et me go you fucking asshole!” I look to the door and see Amber being dragged back in. I held back a sigh of annoyance. I’m still sitting on the floor and don’t have the energy to get up. I’ve probably lost a little too much blood and feel like I have a concussion. The black spots are mostly gone but there’s one in my left eye still lingering.
“The test is over. One of you escaped…meaning we know who will be helping us with the next test.” Elijah speaks up as he sets Amber down who stumbles and then lands on the ground with a hard thud. I raise an eyebrow at his words. Trying to figure out what ‘helping’ with the next test could be. I had a feeling it isn’t a good thing though.
“Take them all back to their rooms.” Elijah’s eyes look around to see the three girls huddling together, his lips turning into a cold smile, “They can sit in the dark for now till the next test. Give them time to think.”
I’m still in my spot sitting down, not bothering to move as his green eyes zone in on me. I can see his cold look soften slightly before he looks over to Marcus.
“Brief the others after they’re all in their respective rooms.” The two seem to have a secret conversation before Marcus gives me a brief look. He looks me over then sighs before going to Cami and putting her arms behind her back, forcing them together, and putting a blindfold over her eyes.
They hadn’t tied me up when bringing me here, I wonder why that is. This thought makes my frown depend as I see each girl get the same treatment, Amber gets the roughest one out of all of them.
“How are you feeling darling?” Elijah’s voice breaking me out of my thoughts, as he walks towards me. I blink up at him, giving a small grimace.
“How do you think?” I mutter softly. I’m too tired to filter my thoughts at this point. I’m starting to feel nauseous and know that isn’t a good sign.
“Manners.” Elijah’s voice cuts in as he crouches down so he’s eye to-eye with me. I can feel the intensity of his green eyes as he reaches out, brushing some of my hair out of the way to inspect the injury on my head. I sucked in a sharp breath, holding back a groan of pain.
“Really…manners at a time like this?” I ask, my tone exasperated. My filter is definitely off now, but I don’t care. Manners….why should I have manners when he was one of my kidnappers?
“No matter the situation…you can have some manners and respect. Though sometimes situations call for a firm hand.” His voice trails off as he gives me a look of amusement.
“Whatever you say.” I huff out, not wanting to get into an argument about manners at this point in time. I’m in pain and would really like to sleep right now.
“We shall see how long you keep saying that.” Elijah chuckles, letting his hand fall away from my face, “And your injury isn’t too bad. It has slowed down on the bleeding. We may have to give you a couple stitches…”
“Stitches?” I interrupt. ‘ He’s going to give them to me? Or is there a doctor here?’ Thoughts swim through my head, but before I can ask a question Elijah speaks up.
“Yes, stitches. You’ll need two or three, nothing too serious. We can fix you up.” Elijah pauses, looking me over for a second. I briefly wonder how he saw me sitting here like this but quickly shut that thought away in a dark corner of my brain.
“We can get you cleaned up too. You did such a good job listening.” He leans forward a tiny bit, a smirk on his face. I didn't know whether it was meant to be mocking or amusing, but it made me narrow my eyes at him and hold my tongue from saying something snarky.
“Such a good girl you are.” And there it was. A shiver went down my spine at his tone, but I didn’t want to think about that. Nope. Not today, Satan.
“I’m not a good girl. I am just trying to stay alive.” I tell him, not liking how his words were making me feel. No one has called me that before, and I don’t know if I like it now. It’s another thing to shove into a box at the back of my brain.
“That may be so, but you followed all the hints we had given you. You stayed true to them even when the other girls tried to get you to help them escape.” Elijah grabs my chin, so I look him in the eyes. His crouched-down form still makes me feel small. Looking into his green eyes, I see emotions quickly flash through them. Too quickly for me to be able to catch all of them.
“Why was that test so…different?” I curiously ask. The first one was way harder in my opinion compared to this one. Though, I got an injury from this, but it was only because of one of the other girls.
“We switched things up because we were curious about whether you would follow orders or be stubborn enough to try to escape.” Elijah gives me a knowing look before letting my face go. I didn’t know what to say to that. They did this test all because they wanted to see something from me? I don’t know how to feel about that either, so I’ll put it in the back of my brain, filing it away for another time.
“Now let’s go clean you up.” He pulls out a cloth and ties it around my eyes, being careful about the wound on my head. I feel his fingertips graze my cheek before he pulls away. I was expecting to be helped up to my feet… but instead, he lifts me off the ground.
“What are you doing!” I yelp out, not expecting to be carried . I’m fine with walking. I may stumble a couple of times, but I can make my way out of here. I don’t need to be carried like a damsel-in-distress!
“You’re very pale and I can see that walking isn’t the best idea for you.” Elijah tells me, amusement clear in his voice. I try to stay as still as possible while in his arms. I don’t like this one fucking bit.
“Now be the good girl I know you are and stay still. I’ll get you fixed up and we can have a chat while in the infirmary.” I can feel his chuckle as it vibrates through his chest I’m leaning against. Forcing myself to stay still is easy, but my mind going a mile a minute on what we could have to chat about is about to make me scream.
I just want to go back to my cell and sleep this injury off…sadly, fate isn’t on my side.