The Doctor

Chapter 5

The bumpy ride through the wilderness must have took an hour but Albina couldn't be sure; if only she had a wristwatch on her hand since the only thing that the sack allowed her to see was her bonded, reddening wrists. If only there was no sack to obscure the visibility of her surroundings or control her breathing. Why did the sack have the strong odor of a decomposing corpse? Why were the insides of it tainted with stains of crimson and oak-brown? A cold chill scurried down the girl's spine as many strands of brittle, foreign hair and bits of dry skin floated around her shoulders and head. She knew that she was headed straight for her death for whatever reason these men were going to give her. Albina imagined how many men, women and children went to their graves because of these sickos. Why were two men working together to kill and bury dead bodies? Who were these goons working for anyway? A human slaughter company? But if they did work for a human slaughter business, why would they reuse the same malodourous bag over and over again?

"Stop! You're going too close!" exclaimed Bassett The van came to a hard, sudden halt which caused Albina's head to fall on her lap.

"Back up before you crush the entrance, you dumbass!" he continued. "And let me answer if I let you, you'll break the lift."

"Don't let the b...ch know too much about the underground department." said Tomer angrily.

" Hypocrite." grumbled Bassett. A door was slammed so hard that it shook the vehicle. Less than three minutes later, he spoke in a low voice then a deep, inaudible voice responded in what seemed to be an electronic speaker. Bassett's voice was shaky and he kept constantly apologizing but the electronic voice replied with a brief, cold tone until it finally clicked off. There was a mechanical sound of what sounded like a garage door being opened, the engine came back to life and the car drove slowly which plunged Albina into a deeper darkness. It was so dark that it was as if she had gone blind; even the gap below that was her only privilege of visibility had gone pitch-black! There was the sound of a closing, mechanical garage door echoing throughout the darkness and another long trip. The vehicle must have been driving downwards because the girl could feel her stomach elevating and pressure was going through her ears. She bid farewell to the world, the ones that truly loved and cared about Albina, to Jesus, to Virgin Mary and finally, to God before having a final wait to an unknown fate that awaited her.

There was the opening of the back doors from the van, shoes banging against metal, the sack was removed from her upper body and thrown aside. Cool air came flooding back to the girl's lungs and chilled her apple-red face. Although the woolen bag was lifted from her body, the men however, did not remove the rag from her mouth nor did they untie the rope which bonded her limbs. Tomer lifted her unto his shoulder with the girl hanging on his back and observing her surroundings. It was dark but with a couple brilliant light bulbs her and there, a couple doors that lead to control rooms and vents next to them. There was a road that lead down to this underground place and wooden along with metal structures to support the tunnel. How many miles underground was she?

Ding! Beep! Beep! Ding! "Name, surname, Age, Occupation and passcode." spoke a cool, male electronic voice.

"Bassett Short, Age 27, Deliverer, 7665." he answered in a clear voice.

"Access granted." replied the electronic voice as mechanical doors opened. 7665. 7665. 7665. 7665. 7665. The teenager repeated to herself as both men walked in and metal doors quickly shut. The trio's eyes burned and hurt because of the light that flooded the room. The room was much like an entrance to a hospital without the leather seats in the waiting rooms and the metal door made the underground hospital look like a clean, white prison instead. There were many portraits of a man wearing a white doctor's uniform, each portrait having different styles of his red hair but every portrait held snake-like green eyes and a turned-up nose; each one also showed a grim, dangerous face with no smile. They also showed many different ages of this man and they were dated as far back as 1998. These portraits were hung were the windows were supposed to be and the floor was made of a pattern of black and white tiles.