𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼| ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

9. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ

My eyes open and instantly the urge to run fills me. I look around, trying to take in my surroundings as I think through the training I've had and what I've been taught, but it's so different knowing this is a real life situation and I could actually get killed at any second. Nobody is going to go soft on me or carry me away to a safe place. 

Fuck, I was so wrong. I'm not ready for this. I shouldn't have agreed to Kingston, I shouldn't have let my pride and feelings get in the way. And now, I'm well and truly fucked. 

No. I can't give up before even beginning, I've got to work through this. My life means more than this, and I still don't know what went wrong. Leon should've been there, where was he? 

I try to move, but I'm chained to the wall with handcuffs. I wriggle but they're tight, and my wrists ache from the pain, I'm definitely getting bruised from this. I look around the dimly lit room, it looks more like a dungeon than anything with stone walls and flooring, there isn't a single window and the only light source comes from a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, swaying. Hm, there must be a breeze then. My gaze moves further right and I see a staircase, I can't see what it leads up to, but I'm presuming a house or building of some kind, unless this is some underground bunker, then I know I really am fucked. 

I take a deep breath, the faint smell of bleach in the air. All of a sudden a door creaks open and I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, I clench my fists, searching rapidly for a weapon or anything, but it's useless. 

Byron comes into view, still wearing the fancy suit, but another man follows him, he looks around the same age but less wrinkly, his glasses are top big for his face and he looks nervous. He's definitely the submissive one out of the two. Both ignore me and walk to a coat hanger, plucking up lab coats and slipping them on as I watch. Byron flicks on a switch and suddenly the whole room is much brighter, I squint up and notice there's more ceiling lights, the type you'd find in a hospital. 

Fuck, this isn't just a prison, it's his lab.

I see shelves and shelves of jars and chemicals, a metal table sits in the corner with massive buckets below it, and beside the table on the wall are numerous butchering tools. I swallow back a cry, panic well and truly rooting itself inside of me as Byron turns to me and gestures out a hand. 

"See, I told you, isn't she lovely. She'll make a great addition to my collection." 

"Our collection." The man with glasses interrupts nervously, pushing his glasses up as he looks and me then down at the floor. 

Byron turns to the other man and frowns, "Mr Shultz we've discussed this before, this is my work. Mine. You're just the help." 

Shultz purses his lips and crosses his arms, sulking as if he's a child. Byron prowls towards me, and I scoot back to the wall as far as I can, when he approaches I kick out my legs, but Byron dodges and grabs my chains, unhooking them from the wall as he drags me across the floor. 

I'm still drowsy from whatever he injected me with earlier, but I try to fight back. I push my elbow into his ribs, earning a grunt from him. His grip on my chains tightens though, and with inhumane strength he picks me up and throws me onto the metal table. An operating table. 

"Grab these chains, hook them to the wall above her head." Byron instructs. Shultz does as told, he reaches out to grab my chains but I wriggle and he steps back as if scared of me. I huff a laugh but Bryon backhands me and pulls my chains, I yelp in pain as my arms are stretched above my head, and I can't move them an inch.

"She's smart, I know that," Byron mumbles to himself, running a hand over his face, "but she could be stronger. More...aggressive." 

I frown at his suggestive words, amd watch as he scans the shelves next to me for something. He grabs a jar full of a thick pinkish liquid, and then plucks a syringe from another shelf. I let out a small whimper as he brings the full syringe to my neck, I try to pull away but he grabs my face and forces it aside, all I can do is cry out as the needle pierces my skin, burying itself deep into me as something is injected inside of me.