Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
I stared at the bunker that was revealed, knowing that killing these humans off had been too easy, knowing they’d opened that door to entice us in. No doubt this was a trap, but there was no other option.
“Let’s fucking paint the floors red.”
29
Kayla
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but after pacing the cell for what seemed like hours and tiring myself out, I’d fallen asleep on the cot in my cell despite the uncomfortable, dirty, smelly mattress.
The “blanket” on the cot hadn’t been anything but a tattered, stained thin piece of cloth, which I refused to use because it looked dirtier than anything I’d ever seen.
But for the last half hour, or maybe it had been less, more—hell I didn’t know, because time down here was just one continuous loop—I lay wide awake staring at the ceiling. I heard water dripping somewhere and of course snarling and growling echoing off the stone walls from the other cells.
Larkin had been silent since our last conversation, where she then crawled onto her bed and slept this entire time. In fact, she was still sleeping, not even moving so that I found myself staring at her to make sure she was still breathing.
Not that I could have done anything, even if she’d died, but that thought did something painful in my chest.
Maybe it was because she was the first person—the only person—I’d connected with in this shithole that I looked at her and saw myself in her eyes if Adryan didn’t find me. I had no doubt he’d search and search and search until he ran himself into the ground… but that didn’t mean he’d ever find me.
I closed my eyes and exhaled, lifted a hand, and ran it over my face. They’d dropped off food—well, it was edible at least—and a couple of bottles of water. I’d guzzled the latter and hadn’t bothered with eating anything. My stomach was in knots to the point I felt sick, and the very thought of eating anything made me gag.
“Bane, if you don’t shut the fuck up with that growling, I swear to everything in my goddamn power that I’ll find a way to get the fuck out of this cell and rip your larynx out.” The voice that roared out was distorted and deeper than anything I’d ever heard.
“Fuck you, Vox,” Bane shouted and started cursing again. “You fucking Angelis bastards run your mouths. Learn to shut the hell up.”
I exhaled, the banter between those two a constant in this cell block. From what I’d gathered in the short time I’d been down here, if Bane, the demon, and Vox, the “Angelis bastard” Bane liked to call him more times than not, could get to each other, it would for sure be a Mortal Kombat match.
The back-and-forth between those two, although vulgar and aggressive, reminded me of siblings… if brothers talked about cutting off the other’s dick and shoving it down their throat, that is.
“You Angelis pricks think you’re better than me and my brethren,” Bane growled.
Vox laughed. “We are, you piece of shit. Got only the best of the demons, while your species got a half dose of the shit part.” Vox laughed again. “You’re so fucking weak. No match for me and mine.”
“Fuuuck youuu,” Bane roared out, and I heard that pound-pound-pound sound again. I’d come to realize it was Bane slamming his fist into the stone wall.
I closed my eyes and rubbed them as I thought of Adryan. I wondered what he was doing right now, who he’d killed. I snorted and shook my head, because the scary truth was I had no doubt he’d done just that when he found out I was missing.
How crazy to think that in the short amount of time I’d been with him, he’d changed a lot, not just scary and unpredictable wise, but making me happy. Really happy. And fulfilled. And now it had all been taken away before it could really start.
The sound of metal on metal had my eyes snapping open. I sat up and went to the corner, pressing myself against the wall, my hands flat on the dank, cold, and hard wall.
They were back.
And I knew they were here for me.
The sound of footsteps was muted through the door and walls, and a second later the sound of a lock disengaging and heavy metal being pushed open echoed in the small interior. The footsteps were loud as hell now, coming closer and closer. My heart stopped; my mouth dried. My throat tightened.
I saw the same two guards from earlier, the one who’d glared at me not paying me any attention for once. They cleared the narrow hallway and stood on the far end of the outside of my cell, their hands clasped behind their backs, their heads bowed.