Page 118 of The Diávolos: Part Two
Instead, he kicks the IV stand away, leans forward, and tries to pick me up in his arms.
I scream as loud as I can and thrash against his back with my fists, but the movement causes a sudden explosion of pain in my head. I push past the discomfort.
“Where are you taking me? Put me down!”
My heart races as panic sets in, limbs flailing, and I desperately try to break free from the man’s suffocating grip.
He walks out of Dr. Joseph’s house with me over his shoulder and takes me toward the back of the property, heading straight into a thicket of trees, and I continue to scream in the hopes of getting help.
No one hears me.
“Stop, please!” I beg, but still, he doesn’t utter a single word. “Say something!”
My abductor continues to tread through the wooded path until he suddenly stops, puts me down, and reaches into his pocket for something.
A long, white piece of rope that he uses to tie my hands together. Tears stream down my face, my shoulders trembling as I’m rendered powerless.
He bends down.
“No! Please. Don’t tie my legs together. I promise I won’t run away,” I cry, helplessness etched in every tear that falls.
The stranger grunts and gives in, then grabs onto my arm with a punishing grip and leads me to a black car hidden behind some trees and thick bushes, shoving me in the back seat.
He walks around to the driver’s side and hops in, quickly turning the car on and driving off.
This must not be a common road because I see no tire tracks in the grass.
I don’t recognize anything around me either.
Evander never leaves for long, so he must be on his way back to me now, and I can only imagine how terrified he’s going to be when he realizes I’m no longer there.
My thoughts swirl chaotically as I try to decide my next moves, but I’m unable to focus.
I bump around in the back seat as my kidnapper twists and turns through the wooded area.
“Tell me where you’re taking me,” I plead with him once more.
But the cat really got his tongue.
I don’t know how long we drive for, but we eventually make it out of the forest and onto a long road.
We soon come to a stop and my captor hops out of the car and helps me out.
He places a sack around my head, covering my face, but I can still faintly see through the fabric as he drags me onto a dirt path. With each step I take, anxiety builds in my core, and I struggle to intake a breath.
My legs threaten to give out under me, but I will myself to stay on my feet. I need to be ready for whatever I’m about to face.
We reach the entrance to another forested area, and I swallow a big gulp.
Is he planning to hurt or kill me here?
The man stops right at the edge of the woods and removes a pile of weeds, grass and sticks from the ground, exposing a small iron door.
Shit. He’s about to take me underground, where there’ll be no chance of me finding help.
“Please, just tell me where we’re going!” I beg him, trying to struggle out of his grip again. “Who sent you?”
I’m growing more frantic by the second and the rope is rubbing against my wrists. It creates a familiar burning sensation on my skin that doesn’t feel the least bit satisfactory right now.
