Claimed

~Chapter 7~ Torn

~Chapter 7~ Torn

Wynter wasn’t sure of what she wanted to do.  Part of her desperately wanted to go with the guy, now that she finally knew his identity, she wanted to get to know him better. 

All the same, something in the back of her head resonated with Wynter, she wasn’t sure she could trust this guy.

“How exactly are you going to make my childhood ailment go away?  How would you know how to make the pain stop when even the doctors don’t?”  Wynter knew her voice sounded rude, but the idea of the man being able to fix her pain was an incredulous thought.  Wynter knew it could not be done.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to come and see.”

Before Wynter had made her choice she heard the slam of her room window being forced open.  Then the sound of cracking glass ruptured the strained silence in the room.

When Wynter looked over to the sound, she saw a newcomer standing there casually.

“Who is he?”  Wynter asked, knowing that the guy in front of her would know.  There was a short pause before he responded.

“Never mind him, Wynter, he’s a good friend of mine.” 

If Wynter had any doubts before that the mystery man was bad, she had absolutely no doubt about it now.  His ‘friend’ as he so called the new guy emitted something terrible that even Wynter could sense.  There was a certain darkness about him, he was absolutely evil and Wynter could feel that.  She knew if that guy was a good friend of the one who offered to help her, he could be nothing short of bad either.

“Now, won’t you come with me Wynter?”  The man in front of Wynter held his hand out once again, his voice was so alluring.  “I promise you won’t regret it.”

Wynter highly doubted that.

“I don’t know…What about my parents?  And my home?  I will be coming back to them, won’t I?”

There was another pause, it was short, yet noticeable.  Wynter knew immediately that if she went with this man, she would never come back.

“Of course.”  He said, a seemingly friendly smile plastered on his face.

“What is your name?”  Wynter needed to buy herself time, to think about how to escape.  Slowly, she inched her hand towards the button that would notify a nurse that she needed something.

“Lorn.”  He said, inching closer to Wynter’s bedside.

“Well, Lorn, do you remember how we met?”

Wynter only wanted to distract Lorn from noticing her hand.  She was very dissappointed, Wynter had thought that the mystery hooded figure would be much different than he actually was.

“What are you talking about?  We just met a couple of minutes ago.”

Wynter watched Lorn’s soft smile grow on his face, her hand froze on the button to call the nurse.

“We just met.”  Wynter said aloud, trying not to make it sound like a question.

“Enough of this,” Lorn began as he dropped his hand, “you are obviously very tired.  I think we should be going now.”

“But what if I don’t want to go?”  Wynter whispered as she pressed down the call button.

“Then I suggest,” Lorn said as he leaned down closer to Wynter’s face, “you wrap your mind around the idea that you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.”

Without warning, Wynter felt her hand being yanked away from the call button.  Lorn then proceeded to rip the cord of the button from the bed.

“Now.”  He said, and Wynter’s eyes grew as she realized the power which Lorn emitted.  She had no hope of getting out of the predicament.