Redemption (Triplet Sequel)

Chapter 9

Day 1

Siana POV

Nausea was the first thing that came to mind. Nausea, headache, dizziness. I slowly opened my eyes to darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, the first thing my mind registered were the four wall surrounding me. The room was dark, cold and dirty; as if I was in a medieval dungeon. There was a tiny window at the top of a wall, ten feet up. Chains and metal cuffs were hanging from the ceiling and walls. Black spots, probably dried blood and other horrors covered the filthy walls. To my left was a metal door with a small hatch at the bottom.

I tried to move but was suddenly stopped. I looked up and saw my wrists being restrained by rusty cuffs. My arms were chained above my head and were already losing blood. My hands felt numb, as with my entire body. I looked at my feet and saw that they suffered the same fate. Luckily I was sitting down.

The smell though, was excruciating. It smelled as if I was being held in a rotten butchery room. It was revolting mixture of piss, raw meat and vomit. It was so bad, I leaned my head to the side and emptied whatever that was in my stomach on the floor beside me. I must have been hit on the head harder than I thought.

"You shouldn't have done that" a grungy male voice said. My head snapped up as I looked around a found a scrawny body tied to the other side of the wall. He looked to be in the same position as I was except his chained hands were lying on his lap and he had definitely been here longer.

The man looked so sick, it surprised me he was still alive. Even in the darkness, I could see the bones in his face and upper body. There didn't seem to be much muscles anymore. Even his beard and hair looked to be falling off. He was only wearing ripped pants, leaving the rest of his broken body bare.

" 'Ello rummie" he slurred. "No one is gonna clean 'at up. It will smell forever now"

"Where are we?" I asked, still feeling dizzy.

" 'n hell" he answered "I'm Cristoph"

I barked a small laugh. Oh the irony.

"Hello Cristoph, I'm Siana. My wife was hired to find you although it has gotten us in a lot of trouble" I told him to explain my unexpected response.

"By who?"

"Your brother" i said. "Don't worry, my wife is the best at her job. She will find us"

"Doubt it" he snorted. "Ain't no one comin' to get ya"

The door opened and James Hartman stepped inside in all his rich glory. He looked so out of place with his tailored suit and neatly shaven jaw. His orange hair was gelled backwards and he held a white cloth to his nose. The sight of him made me want to vomit all over again.

"Nice of you to wake up, Siana" he said with a smile. I spat on his expensive clothes in return. Seeing him reminded me of everything he'd done. Oh God, Jimmy. Zefra, Davian and my little Phyllis. They were all gone. There was nothing left.

All gone.

"Do not worry about your family, my little angel" James said, knocking me out of my shock. "I can assure you they survived the bombing"

I was so confused. What was his plan? Why did he tell me this?

James bent down until he was sitting on his heels. His eyes were the same level as mine and he stared directly at me. We stayed like this for a while, none of us speaking. To think I believed him a friend. Shame on me.

"What do you want from me" I finally asked, in a broken voice.

"Phyllis" he said and my entire body froze. I paled and bile came back up my throat. I pushed it back down because I would never let James see me vulnerable.