Page 54 of Asphyxia
“Fucking do something!” I roared into the mic and slammed my fists against the metal table.
Dennison didn’t move from his current position—complete radio silence.
Madison shifted slightly, catching my attention once again. I then watched her drive the knife she held through Adrian’s thigh.
“You fucking cunt!” He shouted, releasing his hold on her.
Madison scrambled away from Adrian, clawing at the floor for purchase.
The camera’s night vision wasstill active, so I knew it had to be dark in the room—near pitch black. She would have had no idea where she was going, feeling her way through the darkness.
“You want to play hard to get?” Adrian’s malicious voice echoed across the room as the torches were re-lit, and he now stood over Madison, who gaped up at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I’ll play.”
“Fucking run, Mads!” I barked at the screen even though I knew she couldn’t hear me. “FUCK!”
Adrian gripped the hair at the back of Madison’s head, roughly pulling her up to stand before dragging her body across the room to where Dean, Derek, and Atlas were still kneeling; then, he shoved her down to the ground in front of them.
He ripped the knife from his thigh, not even flinching from the pain it would have caused any normal person, and then pointed it directly across the room to where I assumed Chyler and Alexis were being held before dropping it to the dirt by her hands.
I could hear Madison’s cries and whimpers through the earpiece just before the audio abruptly cut off and the video distorted.
The screen suddenly went black, and I gripped the sides of the monitor with my hands, shaking it and shouting—begging for the feed to come back.
Losing control of my rationality, I ripped the monitor off the table, wiring and all, and threw it across the room, seething as the screen shattered when it hit the concretefloor.
“FUCK!!”
Shockandsurprise.Thelast person I thought would ever attempt to contact me was the first name that lit up my phone after I finished my shower.
Peering down at my phone as I dried my hair off with a towel, I sawD Assholeas a missed call with two new text messages. Drake.
The man must be missing me already if he’s finally calling to apologize.
I unlocked my phone to read his texts, expecting his grumpy ass to want nothing more but ask for yet another favor not actually involving me.
D Asshole: I’ve got a favor to ask. Can you meet me at A6?
D Asshole: And before you jump to conclusions, this is regarding you. Not Dean, nor anyone else for that matter.
Drake had managed to catch my attention, and my interest was now piqued as to what kind of favor he needed from me.
I stared at the screen, dragging my tongue along my inner cheek and front of my teeth as I pondered what he might want, given that our last interaction had been less than amicable.
Drake stormed into the room, and I launched myself up from where I had been sitting for the past hour, wondering what the fuck was going on.
“You son-of-a-bitch! You just stood there while he threw Madison around like a piece of fucking trash!” I snarled, storming across the room to get in his face.
From the moment I hurled the monitor across the room, I had been seething with feral rage.
I was fully convinced that Drake and Dennison disconnected the feed on purpose. Whether to get a rise out of me or to hide what they were about to do, it didn’t fucking matter.
What mattered was that they did fucking nothing while Adrian put his hands on the woman I loved.
“Calm the fuck down, kid.” Drake held his hands up to pause my approach. “We got him. Dennison is escorting Adrian to Oak Park as we speak.”
“And Madison?” I rushed out.
Right now, she was the only one I was concerned about—fuck Adrian and the rest of Anathema.
