When he got to his suite, Omar peeked in on the room where Leilanie was staying. She was lying on the bed, watching a video on a large screen TV.
Good, he thought as he quietly backed away. She was being entertained so he didn’t have to talk to her. It might be a few hours before they came for her procedure; to implant the fertilized eggs.
Omar had no idea how long it took to introduce his sperm to Michelle’s eggs. He hoped the little wigglers were quick and would fertilize the eggs fast in the laboratory. Omar wanted lots of eggs ready for his other witches. He would have a stunning legacy of psychically gifted children in the future.
He lay down on the bed to nap for a while. He roused when the nurses came to get Leilanie and looked at his watch. Two hours had gone by in a wink. He must have potent sperm, he thought. The little buggers had already implanted themselves into Michelle’s eggs.
Leilanie hadn’t complained too much when Omar told her that she’d be implanted with Michelle’s embryo. She was an obedient witch. Now she looked terrified as a nurse handed her a sterile gown. Omar smiled and nodded at Leilanie and then withdrew from the room as she reluctantly started taking off her clothing, even though she was gazing at him with frightened, needy eyes. He didn’t want another long discussion about why she should do this. The time was past for Leilanie to back out.
He held Leilanie’s hand as she was whisked down the hallway on a stretcher by some orderlies. Right before she was to be pushed into the surgery theatre, she crooked her finger at Omar.
He bent down to hear her say, “You’ll still love me when I’m fat as a sow?”
She thinks I love her? “Of course, Leilanie. Even more.”
Leilanie was smiling as she went into surgery.
Omar decided to go out and celebrate. Soon he would have a grand harvest. Beautiful children with special abilities that he could train himself.
He’d heard of a great Mexican restaurant not far from the hospital.
Chapter 12
Michelle awakened when Dondi came into her hospital room to give her some broth. The whole nightmarish situation crashed down on her. She had to get out of here.
She obediently began taking spoonfuls of the soup as Dondi puttered around the room, filling the water jug and fluffing pillows. Gaining her strength back was the first priority for her escape. Right now she felt like death warmed over, exhausted, sleepy, and nauseous.
Michelle looked up at the bag on an IV stand next to her bed. She could see it dripping one quick, fat, drop at a time into the tube attached to the needle taped to her forearm.
“Dondi? What’s the IV for?”
“Ah, there is glucose and some nutrients inside. Also pain medication.”
“I’m so sleepy,” Michelle said. “I can hardly keep my eyes open.”
“The pain medication is also a sedative. It helps you rest so you will recover quickly. If you have pain, I can adjust the dosage.”
“No, no. I’m fine.”
That’s what I have to get rid of, Michelle thought. Even if it caused her a lot of discomfort without the IV medicine, she had to get that needle out of her arm.
Dondi waited until Michelle finished eating and moved the tray out of the way, picking up the bowl.
“Can you hand me my purse over there?” Michelle asked, gesturing across the room to where her purse had been placed on a chair.
Dondi nodded and brought it to Michelle. “Your husband, Omar, came to see you, earlier, but you were asleep. He’s downstairs in suite 307.”
“That’s nice,” Michelle mumbled as she scrabbled through her bag. Of course, her cell phone was missing. She opened the wallet. Also missing were her credit cards, driver’s license, and the meager amount of cash she’d had in there. Omar didn’t want her to be able to contact anyone, or have any funds in case she got free. In a foreign country, she was practically stranded anyway.
Michelle found the one-hundred dollar bill she had hidden in a little secret side pocket inside her purse. It was a start. Now she had to get her clothes. She’d seen inside the closet in this room. It was empty except for a few hangers. Michelle took a deep breathe. Her clothes were probably in Omar’s room.
She’d have to wait until the middle of the night to sneak down the corridors to his suite, hoping she could get inside to find something to wear besides a paper gown that was totally open in the back. She had to get out of this blasted place. She wanted to be home so badly her eyes teared. She wondered if anyone was taking care of Lucifer.
Dondi stated that her ‘husband’ was staying here so he could be near her. LOL, Michelle thought. He just wanted total control.
“I’ll be right back,” Dondi said and left the room.
Still searching her purse to find anything that could help her escape, Michelle noted a few black bobby pins at the bottom. She twisted one around the pliable tube that was attached to her IV. She could only use one hand to do it, and it was a little tricky to pinch the plastic tube closed, but she finally accomplished the task. That stopped the flow of medicine into her arm. Now she expected to be in some pain, but at least she wouldn’t be sedated. She didn’t want to fall asleep tonight.
Michelle’s purse was large and as she scrabbled around inside something zapped
