Captured

Chapter 8

Kane seemed to be satisfied with the answers I had provided him and allowed me to eat for the next few days. However, the meals were few and far between, keeping me fairly weak in my cell.

With nothing to do all day, my mind constantly wondered to the other girls that were locked away, probably starving and scared as well. I hated being separated from them, completely unaware of what was happening to them.

Kane didn't say a word to me when he was in the office, and only glanced up from his work every now and then to make sure I was still there. However, more of the time, he was out, training with the other men or overseeing whatever was going on.

"Kane?" A voice called while he was out one day. There had been a couple of knocks on the door before the man just let himself in. "Kane?"

"He left a while ago," I croaked, narrowing my eyes at the unfamiliar man. He looked fairly young compared to the others, with dark, shaggy hair and bluey-green eyes.

He frowned, his eyes locking on me. "Why aren't you with the other women?"

I shrugged. "I guess I'm special."

I coughed a little, my throat sore as he chuckled. "I don't doubt that," he commented, crossing the office and entering the room at the back of it which I'd come to believe was Kane's apartment.

I collapsed backwards against the cold wall behind me, staring at the door that had closed until he re-emerged with a glass of water in hand. "Here," he said, handing it to me through the bars.

"Why would you do that?" I questioned, eyeing the glass.

He laughed. "You sound like you need it. But if you don't want it then fine."

I shook my head, reaching forward to take the glass. My throat felt as though it was burning and I was desperate for something to drink, although not desperate enough to ask Kane. "Thanks," I muttered, taking the drink from him.

I gulped it down quickly, the cold liquid providing me with pure relief from the scratchiness in my throat. When the glass was empty, I glanced to see a grin on the mans face. "Another?" He asked, taking it back.

"Won't you get in trouble for helping me?" I asked him.

He shrugged before leaving to refill the glass. When he returned, he handed it straight to me and moved to sit the other side of the bars. "I'm used to getting in trouble with Kane."

I frowned, gulping down as much water as I could before swiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "And he hasn't killed you?"

He shook his head. "He's not allowed."

I frowned curiously and the man laughed lightheartedly. "I'm his younger brother," he explained with a grin.

My eyes widened in shock and suddenly, I saw all the similarities between this man and Kane. "I'm Jak," he said, sliding a hand through the gap in the bars and holding it out for me.

I scowled down at it for a moment, uninterested in being friends with any of the men in the facility. "I've heard about you," he commented, retreating his hand with a grin. "You killed one of our men."

"He had it coming," I told him, a smirk on my lips.

He laughed. "I was never his biggest fan either. Although he was a tough man to bring down, he was Kane's right hand guy and I could understand why, he could be pretty scary."

"How did you survive the disease?" I asked him, not the least bit bothered about his opinions on the other men here.

He narrowed his eyes. "How did you?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest. "How was a group of women strong enough to survive? Did you have men helping you?"

I scoffed loudly. "We were more than capable without men," I assured him, "in fact we were much better off without them."

"Didn't you have a father or brothers to care for?"

I nodded. "Yes. But I was more than happy to leave my father to rot. Now how did you survive?"

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes narrowed and his expression curious before he cleared his throat. "I caught the disease," he said with a shrug, "and a doctor I knew made a cure."

"What?" I gasped, leaning forwards with wide eyes. "There was a cure? How had nobody else heard of this?"

"He developed it too late, men all across the world had already died and women were getting sick too. By the time we found out it had worked, there weren't enough scientists and doctors to produce it. He saved as many people as he could and rounded us all up and we fled before we could catch it again and brought the small amount of the cure with us. Any men that we found along the way that were sick, we cured, until we found this place, far away from civilisation."

"So how did Kane become in charge?" I asked.

He smirked. "Kane was the doctor. He saved everyone and they owed him their lives. We all did."

I sat, frozen for a minute while I gawked at him. It suddenly hit me how much I had underestimated Kane. I'd assumed he was some power hungry tyrant that had taken advantage of the disease to create his own personal army but instead, he was a doctor who had done everything he could to save lives.

"What the hell are you doing?" He suddenly snapped, storming into the office and glaring at his younger brother.

Jak laughed. "Just getting to know the new arrivals. Where have you been?"

Kane narrowed his eyes. "Training. Where you should be." He eyes flickered off Jak and onto the empty glass in my cell. He stormed over and snatched it up before I could even blink. "If I wanted her to drink, I would have given her something."

Jak shook his head and rose to his feet. "She's not going to be any use to you if she dies of thirst."

Kane's frown only grew. "Go. Now. You're already late."

The smirk on Jak's face faded and he nodded with a sigh before turning back to me. "It was nice to meet you...?"

I grit my teeth, glancing between him and Kane who was suddenly engrossed in waiting for my answer. "It's just your name," Jak said with a chuckle.

I bit my lip and sighed. "Katherine," I told him before he nodded and left.