Inescapable

Ch. 33

Calling Heimdall was your Hail Mary play. Your time was up. You knew that you wouldn't give into Ross' demands, and that only meant you would fall into the hands of Stryker. The only hope you had was that Heimdall had gotten your message out and that they'd figure it out in time. If not, you were screwed. Technically, once you had called out to him, you were already screwed. Ross immediately tried to pry what that was out of you, to which you kept your lips sealed. You were pleasantly surprised that he didn't resort to any type of physical punishment, but you knew Stryker loomed in the background; watching with his devlish grin, just waiting for his time in the sun with you.

The thing about the Raft, you noticed, was that you lost all track of time in it. With no way to tell the hours that passed, you couldn't measure how much longer you had before Stryker got his way with you. Ross had given up on you a while back, leaving you in your cell alone to stare mindlessly at the walls (since there was nothing else to do). When you couldn't take it anymore, you got up and paced around the cell for a bit. When that made you feel like a hamster in a never-ending wheel, you would take a seat on the opposite side of the cell and stare at the wall again. You did that a couple of times before anyone came back into the room. It was a guard, with a plate of food. You weren't hungry till you saw that tray, your stomach growled in hunger and anticipation. But the guard just stood there, a couple feet from the bars, tray in hand, with no intention of getting closer. Confused, you watched as he turned and walked out the same way he came in. Your stomach grumbled in protest. Upset and hungry, you laid down on the harsh cot and tried to think of anything else.

"You know, it would be so much easier if you cooperated." Ross' voice snaps you upright like a flash. You turn to glare at him through the cell bars.

"Easier for who? You?" You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I could easily call that guard back. Make sure you had something to eat. Maybe find something here that would entertain you?"

"Wow! That sounds almost like heaven. Not!" You snark back, getting hangry.

He gets closer to the bars, almost a step away from them. "Look I'm just trying to help you out here... I don't want you to end up with Stryker." Ross whispers.

You scoff, "playing the good cop Ross? That's a new one..."

"Don't make me do this Ms. Y/N."

"Bite me, asshole."

You smile at his shocked expression, a win in your book. He backs away, speaking as he does. "I tried. Don't beg for my help later, you won't be getting it." His face is schooled back into his asshole stoic face as he turns away and leaves you alone again. Internally you cursed, your time with Ross was up. Closing your eyes you sent out a silent prayer to Heimdall, to your sisters, to any god you have ever known. You prayed you'd get busted out of this hellhole before it was too late.

Your prayer went unanswered, unfortunately, when Stryker's voice snapped you out of your quiet prayers. "Take her to my lab."

You snapped your head up at his voice and backed away to the corner of your cell as the bars slid open, allowing two guards to enter your cell. As they reached you, you used your training and ducked down the moment they went to grab you, swiping your legs and making both tumble down atop each other. Quickly getting up, you run to the open bars, intent on taking Stryker out and getting the hell out of here. How naive of you. When you made it out of the cell, Stryker already had a gun poised at you, the shot rang out. You expected pain, expected blood. What you didn't expect was a dart; that caught you in the chest, and your body immediately falling on the ground like a rag doll. Fuck.

"Now now Ms. Y/N... Did you think I would be unprepared. Your lack of foresight surprises me. Maybe you're not as special as Ross leads to believe. But rest assured I intend to find out." Stryker says as he kneels to look at you at your current level. He then glances back into the cell and screams, "get up you idiots! Get her to my lab. Now!" He looks back at you, a wicked smile on his face before he gets back up and presumably heads for his lab. Your time was up, you were now well and truly screwed.