Chapter 35 It All Burned Down
I had no idea how long it had been since the fall.
There were pieces, moments I remembered, but not all.
The wind as I fell, bubbles arising in the blue water, drowning but also when they’d branded the bottom of my feet, the sizzling cold that became burning heat, the smell of my skin cooking with the pressing of the metal, and the tattoo on my dick.
The pain had been so excruciating that every time I woke, I’d let out a horrific scream.
I’d lose my mind screaming until they pinned me down and knocked me out.
Then they started putting pain relievers in my IV.
Several times, I eavesdropped on him talking to the doctor and nurse, demanding to get me better again.
The conversations, although I knew them to just be his theatrics, let me know he still didn’t know everything I’d done.
At least even in my craziness I had not revealed any of that to him.
In between insanity and terror, I’d think about how there was something I had to do, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
Without knowing how I’d gotten there or when, I woke up in my room at the training center in New York. For a minute, I was confused. Had it all been a dream? But the need to urinate made it clear it had been real because my entire cock was in excruciating pain just from the pressure in my urethra.
Because of the lack of light coming through the big window, I knew it was late at night.
Master was sound asleep next to me, which was strange because not even in Portugal had he dared to do that.
I stared at him for a minute, satisfied to know he’d soon get his day in jail; either that, or I would kill him myself.
Slowly, I sat, put my legs over the edge of the bed, and ran my bandaged feet over the carpet.
At first, I hesitated putting weight on them but eventually stood.
The pain shot through my legs, but it wasn’t unbearable.
Every step to the en suite resulted in my dick moving and excruciating pain.
It hurt like hell, but nothing compared to that day.
As soon as I took it out of my pants, I saw it.
Francois was tattooed in calligraphy along my dick, from the base to the very tip.
I’d think of him every time I took it out.
That’s how much he wanted to possess me, control me, and torture me.
Although I hadn’t planned it, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and dressed.
I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. After, I walked to the window and used my hand to lean against the glass.
It was cloudy and snowing like fucking hell, so it took longer than it should for the sunlight to light the day.
Upstate New York weather wasn’t for the weak.
Then I searched my bag for my phone. Although I saw all the messages and texts from Ben, there was something I needed to do so all the information, videos, bank tracking, and emails I’d collected as evidence wouldn’t be sent to every single news station in the world.
I called the usual number, and on the other end, there was a clicking sound then a recording instructed, “Enter code.” It took me a second to remember the code I’d changed it to.
It was her slave number. I punched in the numbers.
Me: 515611
“Thank you for checking in,” the recording said, then hung up. I texted Ben.
Me: You awake?
Ben: Sir?
Me: Yeah.
Ben: Monsters Inc.
I scrunched my eyebrows. Although we had set up a way, we’d never verified each other’s identities. We’d tell each other our favorite Disney movie, then our favorite colors and songs, with lyrics as titles.
Me: Sleeping Beauty.
Ben: I just finished buying all the necessary new wire.
Me: Blue
Ben: Why do birds suddenly appear when you are near?
Me: To make you feel my love.
Ben: LOL.
I grabbed my jacket and black beanie and walked out of the room as soon and quietly as I could, even though it certainly was a challenge.
The window in my room faced the water, so I waited at the facade while leaning my shoulder on the wall, craving a hot coffee.
I didn’t even hear his steps when he walked behind me and slapped my shoulder.
Thank God the coat was thick and the slap was not too painful.
I turned to him; we curved our fingers into each other and almost hugged.
“Dude! You look like death.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
His silent staring made me nervous. At the concern growing in his expression, I bit my bottom lip, unable to hold his gaze, so I dropped mine to his black jacket, as if I had not seen it a million times over so many goddamn winters. “It’s okay. It’s finally over.”
“Come with me,” he said, placing his hand over my shoulder and guiding me to the back of the building through a bunch of halls.
We didn’t say a word, not where there were cameras and speakers everywhere.
We simply took the elevator down several floors and walked through more halls until we reached a door at the end which led us to the middle of the woods.
“I’ve been here more than five years, and I didn’t know of this path,” I said.
“I had it built last year.” He shrugged.
“What else have you been doing behind my back?”
“Nothing that wouldn’t benefit you. What the fuck happened to you? Do you know how many times I tried to contact you? We all thought you were dea—”
“I know who the Silver Fox is.”
“Who?”
“His name is Jay DiSantos? It sounds familiar. Isn’t DiSantos the last name of an old New York Mafia?” We said Mafia at the same exact time. “I need you to get me everything on this guy so that I can add it to all the motherfucking files.”
“Sir, there’s something… Do you realize what’s happened here; what your slave did?”
“Wait, what? What did she do?” I was dreading the news.
“Wait. Before that you need to know he was the killer—”
“Who?”
“Dr. Lansbury.” When I didn’t make the connection he added, “He’s the one who has been killing all these girls.
He was using a code that turned off in all the cameras and would erase when he would punch out.
He tried to kill your slave and another but yours killed him plus six guards.
Lord Adler forced her to kill the other slave anyway as punishment and—”
Six guards? Jesus fucking Christ.
Once his last sentence processed in my mind, I couldn’t hold back.
“What! He has no fucking right!” I yelled as I started walking back.
Only as I walked back did his account of things started processing in my mind.
Jesus fucking Christ there wasn’t enough coffee in the world for this.
“And you brought me all the way here to tell me that? Where the fuck is she?”
“Shh… Listen to me, I’m sorry, but she’s probably dead. They were rolling her out of Lord Barrington’s office to harvest her kidney when you texted me,” he explained as he followed me.
“Get me back into the mother fucking building right now!” I commanded the last two words through my teeth and ran back into the tunnel. He followed me through the claustrophobic tunnel, then pushed me against the wall.
“There’s a shortcut. Follow me.”
The pain in my dick had me gritting my teeth and drawing blood from my lip, but I couldn’t slow down. As we ran, it dawned on me that there was no way Dr. Lansbury would know the technology well enough to do all this by himself. “Who helped him? Was it Francois?”
“No. I think it was the Silver Fox. It’s like his bank account, the code, it kept changing, kept disappearing. Same technology. Same vibe.”
“What the fuck? I need to know if he’s been here.”
We ran until both our phones vibrated. I took mine out of my pocket. “Fuck! There’s a meeting in the auditorium. Who the fuck would call a meeting this early?”
“Maybe Master?” he asked.
“It’s code seven-seven-six-eight. Lords, doctor and overlords only. No slaves. Why? Get me to the medics, and then go to your office. You don’t need to be involved in any of this.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know. But I can’t let them cut off her kidney. She only has that one left.”
At the swinging doors to the medical unit, he said, “Good luck. Let me know if you need anything.”
I hurried to their front desk.
“Sir…” The nurse stood, with bulging eyes.
“Where is she? Slave five-one-five-six-A. Where is she?”
“Room five.”
I took my gun out of my waistband and pushed the swinging doors to the operating room, only to find her on her side and the wound still open.
Beeeeeeeeeep—
“Okay, I have it,” Dr. Avery said at the exact same moment I pressed my gun against a nurse’s temple.
Then the fire alarm went off. Was there anything at all that was not gonna go to hell? The whole team gasped, and one of them screamed when they turned and saw me.
“Nobody move. None of you are leaving this room until you put her back together!” I yelled over the alarm. I was on the side of the table where I could see her face. While Dr. Avery spoke, I whispered into the nurse’s ear. “Take the tape off her face.”
“Sir, please. Let’s be practical. She’s lost too much blood,” Dr. Avery reasoned.
“I said save her!”
“Let them go. I can finish the job.” The overly calm doctor tried to negotiate.
“No one gets out!” I yelled, bending down to her ear, and cupped her cheek with my free palm while pointing the gun at the nurse with the other.
“Little One?” I murmured, and scanned the room, then caressed her temple with my thumb.
“I’m here now. Little One, I need you to wake up, okay?
Wake up. Can you please do that for me? Right now. ”
“Change her IV. We need to flush out the drug.” Another nurse grabbed a new saline bag for the IV and replaced the old one. “Sir… to live, she needs a blood transfusion,” he said, doing I didn’t even know what to her body.
I raised my eyes to him. “Take mine,” I said desperate to save her.
“No. I’m O negative. She’ll be safer with mine. Johnny come, close this up,” the doctor said.