The clicking of high heels echoes around the hallway beyond the door, loud enough to hear the steady approach. Glancing towards the door frame, my heckles rise and I grip onto Axel’s hand protectively, instinctually knowing a threat is advancing on us. Dr Breeson steps into the room, followed by a woman dressed for a business meeting rather than a hospital visit. A navy jumpsuit clings to her curves, pink detailing around the bust to a matching sash tied tightly to cinch her waist. Her neck and ears are dripping with expensive jewellery, her dark hair pulled back into a chignon bun.
“Who are you?” Avery stands and confronts her, despite the foot in height distance even without the added six-inch heels. Ignoring the question, the woman’s pale brown eyes drag over Axel lazily and come to rest on our joined hands. Her perfectly painted red lips lift in a sneer, the true reflection of her ugly personality coming to the surface. Lifting my shoulders and puffing my chest, refusing to be intimidated by this waste of oxygen, I answer Avery’s question in a clear voice.
“Even though she doesn’t deserve the title, this is Axel’s mom.”
Wyatt
Leaning back in the driver’s seat, I settle in for another long haul. I’m not risking another overnight stop to give Houdini in the passenger seat a chance to get away again. I’m still baffled and slightly impressed she managed to slip out of the bathroom without waking me, but I had been trapped in the throes of a nightmare, so she got lucky. This once. I have one hand resting on the wheel with the one she’s chained to propped on the arm rest between us. Every time her skin grazes mine, a bolt of pure energy zips all the way to my dick so I’ve learnt to be extra careful of my arm placement. Our morning toilet break and shower was great fun though, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone turn a brighter shade of beetroot before.
Meg’s chest rises on a loud sigh, my t-shirt swamping her frame and pooling over her crossed legs. She’s drawing the figure of eight on her sun-kissed thigh over and over, my eyes unable to stop flicking across to watch the movement. I forced her to change with the excuse of ensuring she didn’t have any more tricks hidden in her clothing, but even I’m not going to let someone spend their last few days living in their own grime and two-day-old clothing. I’d also made sure to take my vitamins before heading out this morning, needing a clear mind to stay alert. Shadowed figures creeping around on the edge of my vision won’t help to soothe me whilst I’m on kidnapper duty, especially when my captive is as slippery as this one.
Raindrops patter across the windscreen, the overhead clouds mimicking the heavy atmosphere within the car. If I keep my eyes fixed on the road, I can pretend I’m an average guy taking a girl home to meet his parents for the first time. Although in this scenario, the dad will be putting his carving skills to good use and the girl won’t be walking back out again. Such is life when you’re a pawn in a powerful man’s game. Directly ahead, the sky is filled with streaks of rainfall which has the overly cautious drivers in the other lanes slowing already. Pussy shits.
“Answer me one question,” Meg fills the silence as I refuse to let her have the radio today, despite dying of boredom myself. Disobedient prisoners don’t get rewards. I grunt when she doesn’t continue, her chestnut hair tickles my arm as she sets her baby blues on me.
“Just, why? Why are you a part of all this and why do you think I deserve the fate you’re delivering me to?” I’m forced to slow behind a BMW’s brake lights as the driver spots the torrential rain nearing up ahead, words fail me briefly so I grit my teeth instead. I can sense her watching me, waiting for an explanation to help her understand. But not everything can be summed up into a neat little box, not everything makes sense. I was floundering until Ray gave me a light, a purpose. That’s all I have to hold onto.
“Because my whole life is a sham. I’ve been lied to since the day I was born. At least Ray treats me with enough respect to have given me the truth at last. For that, I’m in his debt.” I indicate to undertake the BMW, a wide-eyed woman quivering behind the wheel at the sight of a bit of rain. Resuming the middle lane in front of her, I speed straight into the downpour. Rain ricochets off the car, the thundering around us finally giving me a reprieve from Meg’s silent observant stare.
“Meh,” she shrugs and shifts back to face forward.
“Did you seriously just say ‘meh’? You asked for an answer and I gave it to you, which is more than anyone else has managed to get from my lips and you fucking ‘meh’ me?!” I want to be furious but I can’t say I expected anything else from her. It must have been so easy to live a simple life, never having to deal with detrimental issues of the soul.
“Well, I mean…. Does it really matter?” I nearly swerve the car, my fingers gripping tightly around the wheel. The rapid flailing of wipers across the windscreen has my stress levels rising, unable to shift the onslaught of rain like my heart is unable to rid the darkness
