Page 52 of Captured Immune

I’d been called worse by my ex, so I didn’t care what he called me.

White Coat Lady held out a towel to Victor. “Sir.”

Victor wiped his face off, then tossed the towel behind him. “Got any duct tape?”

From a drawer, the lady pulled out a roll of silver tape and ripped off a piece. Victor took it from her. I squirmed as he tried to seal it over my mouth. Since I could only move so much, he won our battle. I panted through my nose as he ripped a second piece of tape off the roll.

“For good measure,” Victor said as he stuck it over my mouth.

Within seconds, that black cloud took over the whites of his eyes again. What was he trying to do? Burn a hole through my face? Read my mind? Or maybe—I internally gasped. Was it mind control? That was how all these people worked for him so willingly, wasn’t it? He was trying to turn me into one of his minions. Maybe it worked on the other people, but it wouldn’t work on me. Well, they weren’tpeople, exactly. They had to be aliens. Aliens who could take the form of humans.

If not that, maybe they were X-men. Katie claimed they were simply humans who were born with powers. Were X-men born with powers? I couldn’t remember. I’d only seen one X-men movie, and it was a long time ago.

With a huff, Victor stepped back, and his pupils returned to normal. “It’s no use. Not even the perrizo is lowering her immunity walls. I suppose since the z-drug didn’t work, we can rule out that she’s part Zordi and that immunity is her gift.”

White Coat Lady crinkled her face. “How could she be part Zordi? It’s impossible for us to reproduce with Ordis.”

Ahh.That explained why Trey said he was infertile. It wasn’t that he couldn’t make babies. He just couldn’t make babies with regular humans. It all made sense. Except, not. If it was “impossible” for these aliens to reproduce with humans, then how did I get pregnant?

Victor scoffed loudly. “It’s also impossible for someone to be immune to our powers, yet here she is. I’m not saying I had bets on her being part Zordi. That was just one of the many theories I came up with to explain this freak of nature.”

Me?A freak of nature?Of all people to be calling someone a freak of nature, why was it the man who could turn his eyeballs completely black?

The two of them continued talking, but I couldn’t make out their words anymore. Suddenly, my eyelids felt heavy...

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Yesterday,I woke up from a nightmare, dripping with sweat. I gasped for air as I sprung upright.

Katie’s chair was empty. The only light was coming from the crack under the door. It was too dark to read the wall clock. It must have been early if Katie wasn’t around yet.

I had to use the bathroom, but I couldn’t get in there with my ankle handcuffed to the bed. As far as I knew, Katie was the only person with a key, and I had no way to contact her.

After a while of tossing and turning, I concluded that I couldn’t fall back asleep while my bladder was that full. The thought of wetting the bed was too embarrassing for me to consider. Maybe I could ask that guard to get Katie for me.

Wait... Where’s the guard?Normally, I could sense his presence out there, even if he was only feeling content. I didn’t sense anyone outside the door. I sat up again to see if I could spot his shadow through the bottom crack. No shadow.

Why would Victor leave me unguarded? Maybe something happened and everyone left. That terrified me. They wouldn’t ditch me here all alone, restrained to a bed, would they? Why was the idea of that worse than the idea of them taking me back to the battle box?

A while later, the door crept open, then Katie tiptoed in. She used the flashlight on her phone to see her way to her chair. Quietly, she sat and did something on her iPad as the sound of that dreaded chain lock slid into place.

So thereissomeone out there.Why couldn’t I sense them? Why couldn’t I sense Katie either? That drug the White Coat Lady injected into me had to have worn off by now.

Oh no.I glanced at my belly and gave it a rub.Please be okay.

Katie glanced up from her iPad and found me staring at her. She jolted back and slapped a hand over her chest. “Ah! You scared me.”

“Sorry.” I half meant it.

“I didn’t realize you were awake.” She stood to flip the light on.

I squinted from the brightness.

Katie returned to her chair, scooting it closer to me before settling back onto it. “How did you sleep?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“What was your dream about?”

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