The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 7, Continued, Again

"Well," Noah said when he woke up. "You certainly pick the worst people to have a crush on. Don't you Olivia?"
"Glad to see you can make light of such a serious situation." I said as I remembered Olivia saying something about that after they had first met. Caleb laughed and left the room for a minute. I tested my arm to see if it was still operational, thankfully it was. So I grabbed the chains around my wrists and pulled myself up so that I was almost upside down, then I climbed the chains until I was at the top where they were locked to a beam with padlocks. I took a deep breath and let go, hoping that my weight would break the beam and free me. It didn’t. Instead, it likely dislocated my left shoulder and almost pulled my prothstetic out of its socket.

Caleb came back and took a look at me before walking over to the chairs like he had before. But unlike last time, he had tools with him. Olivia looked at me, and instead of her freckled caramel skin, I saw the smooth pale skin of Nova. Instead of being chained up, I was sitting in a chair next to her, watching Caleb take his tools. Then Olivia’s face came back into focus, her eyes wide with fear. This is bad I thought, very very very bad. No no no no no.
"Don't, Caleb." I said softly.
"It seems to me," he said, holding up a knife, "that you are in no position to be giving me orders. You know girls always scream more than boys? I just find that amazing. I love hearing them scream when I slice them like Thanksgiving turkey. I think I'm gonna do to her everything that you did to me while I was your bodyguard. Maybe more. Who knows?"
"I'm offended Caleb. You don't even have the balls to hurt me. After everything, you're just weak." He rolled his eyes at me and put down the knife.
"Reverse psychology doesn't work on me Maddie. And besides, I want to see the look on your face when I cut her to ribbons." As he said this he had moved over to me and cupped my face with his hand in a way that, if it was anyone else, would have been endearing. I smiled at him with mock innocence and spat in his face. Caleb used his sleeve to wipe his face and reached under my shirt in a swift movement that I didn't register until I felt the cold of his hands near the side of my chest. I clenched my jaw and kept my face expertly emotionless as I waited to see what he would do and heard a buckle coming undone. It took a second for me to realize what he had done. My arm. He was taking my arm off. If he took it, I wouldn't be able to escape, to help them. But he didn't undo the other clasp. He just smiled smugly and went back over to Olivia to resume what he was doing.