Chapter 41
EMRIS
It’s dark wherever I am, only a small light coming from a single window that’s way too high to reach. My head swims from the drugs that are leaving my system. I’ve only been awake for a few minutes now, and I still can’t manage to get my mind clear enough to remember everything that happened.
I tap my pocket in hopes of finding my phone, but I know it won’t be there. My head falls back against the brick wall behind me. It’s fucking freezing down here, but I can’t focus on that as my body shivers. Even though it’s more from anger than the cold.
I need to get the fuck out of here and find Brielle. The second my eyes opened, I prayed that she managed to save herself and isn’t somewhere here. My memory is slowly coming back, and I’m able to put together what happened.
That piece of shit Troy. He fucking drugged me. I can feel it deep in my stomach that she’s here somewhere. And I don’t even want to think about where Troy might be. He better count his days because the second I get my hands on him, he’s fucking dead.
My nails dig into my palms as everything flashes through my mind like a fucking movie.
I let my eyes wander around the room. Not that I can see very much, but there seem to be a few cells that are the same as the one I’m in. The window being out of reach leaves one exit, and that looks harder to get to than I want.
Before I can even try to come up with an escape plan, a door across the room opens and two guards come piling in. They have a man in their arms, not giving him a chance to catch up. They drag him to the cell next to mine and toss him in. He hits the floor with a thud, followed by a grunt.
“Take the next few days to think over the shit you pulled, and maybe Peter will let you out again.” The guard sends him a glare before spitting at his feet and leaving the room. The door slams and the lock engages once again.
I don’t think he’s noticed anyone else down here yet, so I take the chance to take him in.
He’s sitting in a similar position as I am, his back against the wall, knees bent.
He winces, and I’m assuming he got some kind of beating for whatever he did, which gives me no hope that my time here will be much different than his.
With there being little to no light, it’s hard to make out any features aside from the messy hair on top of his head. This guy probably has some intel that might be useful to me, so getting to know him might work in my favor.
“So, what did you do to piss them off?” I ask softly, not wanting anyone else to hear, although I’m fairly certain there’s no one but us down here.
His head jerks in my direction, and if I could see his face, I’d think he’d be shocked to see someone else. I guess that tells me not many men come down here.
“More like what didn’t I do?” he mumbles and lets out a deep sigh. “Who are you?”
“Emris,” I state, not giving him anything else. I have no idea who the hell this man is, and I can’t trust him so the less he knows, the better.
“Jasper.” He nods but doesn’t say anything else, either. A few minutes pass, and the room is silent. Images of Brielle run through my mind, and I’d do anything to get to her right now.
“How did you get here?” Jasper asks, his voice rough as he picks something up from the ground and messes with it.
“One minute I was at home with my girl. Next, I was drugged and brought here.”
“Well, any idea of escaping, let it go because there’s no way out. Trust me. I’ve spent the past seventeen years trying to get out of here. It only ends in getting thrown down here with no food or water for days, or until Peter needs you for some random tasks he doesn’t want to take care of.”
He doesn’t understand the gravity of this situation. I don’t have a choice. I have to get out of here and get Brielle. She doesn’t deserve this. None of it. And I can’t let her go through this. I will get out of here, and when I do… anyone who stands in my way will die.