Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

29. A Sinking Ship

CHAPTER 29: A Sinking Ship

I stare at him, he stares at me. Unmoving.

I still hang from the chains, "Close your eyes." I whisper to him, cognac brown eyes won't leave mine, he refuses to look away. Devastation set in him, anger in his clenching muscles. He slams his fist against the glass again, his blood rolling between his fingers as he tries again and again to break the glass. He roars out against it again, he's been at this for hours, for far too long. Samsara stares at me from within Reynolds' arms.

I look up, "Aaron, please just stop." I breathe out to him.

"NO! FUCK SAKE! OPEN!" He yells on the other side, slamming a chair against the glass. I wore a sports bra and tight black shorts, the wires were removed, Aaron didn't stop, even then while they were in this secluded room, his pain-filled eyes pierce mine with utter agony, with love.

"Fight, Olive." He breathes out.

I stare at him, "There is no fighting this. Look at me, Aaron. I should be stronger than this." I breathe out, my resignation showing him my doubts, convincing even him that I could die happy just staring into his eyes.

He slams his hand back against the glass, "Just a little more. PLEASE!" He yells for me, always wasting breath. I wanted to reach out to him, I did. All I want is him, that is how it has been since I met the persistent male whom I knew I would cherish and adore.

I sigh slowly, "Aaron-"

"Don't 'Aaron' me. We're fucking getting out of here, then our honeymoon, far away from here, just you and I. I promise you, Olive. We're getting out of here and no amount of guards, or candidates can stop me. I'm done moping around, think. Are there any vents in there? One that could possibly link ours, baby. Look around for me, please, Olive." He begs of me, eyes penetrating me, a controlled power thrumming within me.

I close my eyes, "I'm not getting air through any vent, Aaron. Three pipes behind me. Carbon dioxide has been filling the room for days, my body is extracting the little oxygen levels in here. That is how they are draining me." I whisper to him.

Pierce stats slamming his own fists against the glass. I watch in shock as Reynolds stands too, so does Branson, Tobias, Fern, Javier. They all stand and slam anything metal against the glass. I watch it shudder once. I watch Aaron seethe as he slams the metal chair back against it. I watch shadows move and still in shock when One, Forty and Thirteen. When I see Four drag himself out too, I freeze as the rest of them move and slowly line up.

One meets my eyes, "Fight."

I stare at him, "Give up." I whisper.

He slams his fist against the glass as Four, Forty and Thirteen do it all at the same time.

There isn't even a crack.

The glass shudders again.

Aaron gestures to everyone in his group, they all slam whatever they could against it.

Then everyone freezes when they stare at the floor, "FIGHT OLIVE!" Aaron roars at me.

"I have, for a long time, Aaron," I murmur, hanging my head down, "-I fought even you, didn't I, baby? I fought you wants to stay with me and it got me in that room. I allowed myself to be branded because I what? I wanted more, I fought for too long. This is the price of fighting against what stood in front of me all along. You. Just you...I would have been more than happy if I just didn't walk away. They say my captivity was inevitable, that I was bred, made just to become an advanced, humanised weapon. I should have chosen you over strategy." I breathe out as water tickles my toes as they all scream for me.