Devil in White

Chapter 9

Very very very long chapter. It's about to get crazy, guys! Enjoy! 🖤

                  
September 8th, 1979

Henry laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling all night. He could hear the distant noise of the clock on the wall.

Tick tick tick.

It was almost time.

                        Two days earlier

Anastasia couldn't stop Henry's words from repeating in her head. "I'm getting us out of here."

She wasn't allowed to ask any questions. Just sit, and wait.

She hated that.

After the intense moment they had shared the night before, she couldn't help but to feel a little different towards Henry.

Last night, he practically destroyed her for any man. And in the process of that, he released his essence over her backside and didn't bother helping her clean herself. Of course, it didn't register in her head then, being in the after affects of sexual bliss. And then he left.

Now, she isn't stupid. She realizes that he couldn't stay, even if he wanted to.

And he had expressed his apologies.

But it was almost as if he was forcing those words. Almost as if he hated saying sorry for things he didn't deem necessary. And of course, the softness of his lips before he left distracted her as well.

Henry was a fucking enigma.

In all reality, if he hadn't expressed such an obsession over her, she would think that he didn't have feelings for her at all. And maybe he didn't. Or maybe she was just completely overreacting, considering they were both prisoners and it wasn't exactly a normal situation.

Anastasia hated overthinking like this. It made her feel as though she was losing her mind.

And what she hated even more, was realizing that she had started to develop strong feelings for the man.

That couldn't be good.

Anastasia walked her normal route to her office, the clicking of her heels signaling whoever was near that someone was coming.

As she came closer to her destination, she realized that Brenner was already there waiting for her.

Great.

"What could I do for you, on this chipper morning?" He didn't appreciate the sarcasm, his once fake smile now turning into a scowl. "There's no need for that tone, Ms. Hawking. We will be needing your help on the third floor today."

The third floor? The fucking place that got her trapped in this mess to begin with.

Anastasia had been so caught up with the annoyance that was Brenner, that she didn't even realize that Henry was standing behind him. His same strange posture that he always kept, looking straight ahead. Not even sparing her the smallest of glances. "Right. After you, doctor."

As he stepped ahead, Henry trailed behind him, his shoulder brushing past hers as he followed on.

She could feel that something had changed. Like a shift in the wind. Something was wrong.

It was strange to walk behind him, his stance as straight as a log, his hands clasped behind his back in a tight grip.

Behind closed doors, she knew what he looked like when that act broke. What his body looked like when he had shredded every article of clothing as his body gleamed with sweat. How his eyes clenched together when he finally let himself go. Just the thought made her shiver.