The small rhythmic thuds were becoming more audible. My eyes snapped open. I was sweating and uncomfortable. My voice didn't come out. Who could be sneaking around at this time? They stopped at the door. My throat felt dry. The house was always lit with a dim lamp in the corridors. Though the room was dark, I didn't miss the very faint shadow of someone's feet due to the curtain being tied at the sides. It stretched further as the individual stood closer to the door. Should I try to uncuff my hands? Should I call out to Michaelson or Alpha?
I slided the walkie talkie from the bed to my hand without making any suspicious sound.
This person can't be Michaelson. He wouldn't walk so discreetly in his own house.
I connected to his device real quick but he wasn't at the other end. I didn't make any noise as I calmed my breathing. This seriously can't be Michaelson at the door. The shadow stood still as if detecting any movement inside. I struggled to calm my breathing. He would hear me. I put my hand on my mouth to make sure I don't make a sound. But I did. I did as my wounded arm knocked against the pointed side of the bed. I whimpered in pain.
He shifted and he banged at the door, once. He heard me. There was too much fear rolling inside my head and it made me despise myself. Why am I feeling this weak? I tried to get my hand out of the cuff while standing. This device might connect to Ive as well as his underlyings. I really hope it connects to Ortega. My most dreaded enemy would save me.
"Michaelson's room. Fast."
At last, I dragged the makeshift bed along as I approached Michaelson's bed and threw the table lamp so I could pick the largest shard. I held it out ready to attack. He banged at the door at least four times. There was a loud bang and suddenly no noise. Nothing. Pure silence. The banging already stopped but he wasn't gone. What did he want from me?
I felt my headache. And spun. Terribly. I breathed hard to swallow the pain and leaned against the wall as support bit my lip hard whilst holding my head. How do I calm this headache? It was becoming more throbbing with each passing second!
Make it stop. Someone was coming inside.
"Alpha" I yelped.
And all of a sudden, it was bearable. I looked out straight at the door with my newly found courage. I can fight. The figure disappeared to the left side of the door while another came soon after on the right side along with another tall shadow. I felt my lungs expand and release as I breathed in and out.
I've been drugged.
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"You should be grateful that I got you else you wouldn't have been alive at this particular moment."
He started the moment I opened my eyes. What had happened? He was busy typing something on his laptop. It had been a while since I used an artificial intelligence gadget.
"I've been saving your life for a while now. I almost felt like a... doctor"
Grateful as in grateful to him for torturing me mentally and physically. I didn't know what he wanted from me. He left me to die then he saved me from being raped, treated my wounds and kept me here unlike he kept his other prisoners in cells or dead.
My neck ached as I lifted it. I slept in a sitting position last night against the cold wall to calm the headache. I was still trying to calm my nerves though he had been trying his best to not let me. I wouldn't do anything or fight back to protect my brother. Michaelson would order his men to shoot him. He can do anything. I will give my life to expose those criminals wiping humanity as well as saving Ben. I must use patience and brains to uproot him. Anger would only get me to taste defeat.
"And I don't know why you are still allowed to breathe but that person won't be fine for long" he muttered under his breath.
No word could describe the amount of disgust building up in my chest as I looked at him being so at ease on his bed. He finally showed me how cruel he could be. He acted like he didn't hit me.
"Thank you" I uttered loud enough.
He pensively looked at me then back to his laptop.
"You connected to Arnold last night. Were you hungry?"
"Set me free" I said as I showed him my handcuffed hands.
I didn't want a similar situation again. I hated feeling helpless. I've been acquainted with this feeling for a long time. Without acknowledging me, he rushed out with the laptop. I decided against pushing it. I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds.
Who was that person? If I could at least hear his voice or something. Michaelson appeared calm for someone who just banged at his door at night. Alpha should have sensed an intruder inside the house. Again, why was my head aching? I never experienced a terrible headache that terrible. I pray I am not sick or whatsoever. It was aching right in the middle of my eyes and that was awful. As if it was blocking my sense of sight itself. Who could have drugged me under Michaelson's nose. There's a mole in Paradise. A foe despising Michaelson who could probably be a potential friend.
I traced the one bulging vein in my inner arm. Should I just tell Ortega to do a blood test to know if there's indeed something running in my blood?
I connected to Arnold.
"I want you here in five"
With that I disconnected. Yes, I just ordered Michaelson's man. That felt... good.
He came no sooner with an irritated look on his face with that dirty apron on him. So, I really connected to his number.
"Thanks for coming. Kindly get out"
His jaw clenched. Why wouldn't he ever make a comeback whenever I annoyed him? He must have lots of patience compared to others here. He threw me something metal which I caught in my hand which were the keys of the handcuffs. I wanted to say 'thank you' to him, but decided against it while he was gone.
Yesterday, Michaelson slept comfortably, no nightmares. It was pissing me to be in the same room with him. Strangely, Alpha was still with Scar and Oscar since yesterday. Michaelson seemed not bothered about whether his daughter did her morning walk or had her breakfast. Usually he would rush out to her at this time.
Anyways, I was glad that I could finally go to the toilet. I've been holding my pee for too long.