Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Six

After having my knee casted for almost a week, I incurred a difficulty on bending it, making me more immobile on this mattress. It was a relief he decided to remove the cast and let me move around this dull room.

As I make my right leg work, I found an air vent.

And I am sure that I could fit inside, but it would take a lot of crawling and climbing activities. I guess he did this on purpose.

I shook my head as I look for a fresh set of clothes on the bagpack he gave me a while ago. I pulled one of his worn out shirts and a fading Batman pajamas. I was looking for some underwear when I saw something shiny on the bottom of the bag.

A lighter.

I immediately took it in my grasp and tried to light it up. But there's a question in my mind...

What would I do with it? If I would burn something and place it in the vent, it could attract his attention or suffocate us.

But I really have to escape...

I changed my clothes then tried to execute my plan. I wrap a shirt on the end of the IV stand and before I lit it up, I produced another one and drenched it in water just in case.

When it was already lit, I shoot it in the vent, covering my nose with the wet shirt as smoke started to fill the room as it dries my eyes.

The door started to creak and when he went inside, I kicked him as he fell into the mattress.

As I thought it would lead me to a living room, I was wrong. If you'll go out from the bunker, what seemed a warehouse welcomed me and confused me down to the bones.

Crap.

Despite the fire burning from the bunker, this maniac managed to caught me, trapping me tightly in his arms. I writhe from his arms, trying to free myself.

"Going anywhere? Not in my watch." He says as he tightly wrapped his arm around me.

"Let me go, you freaking doctor!" I said in protest. A few seconds later, something pricked on my thigh.

"Shh." He hushes as his thumb pushes the liquid out of the syringe. "Relax. You almost killed the both of us."

"Why do you have to do this?" I ask, turning limp on his grasp.

"Because I can," he said softly as my body disobeys my will.

Fuck it.

Not again.

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Something was caressing the sides of my face as I regain consciousness. The thought of being stuck in this bunker haunted me, as well as the thought of having this priapic monster around me.

I gasp as a knife's tip caresses the either sides of my face, then it traces my jaw, across my neck and stopped at the middle. The tip pressed on something like a vein.

"I could kill you anytime, you know that?" He threatens. "You could have killed us. What were you thinking?" The knife started to head south to my chest, sternum and belly. "Since you misbehaved, that happened..." he pointed to my right with the knife in his grasp.

The cast was back in my knee and my wrist was cuffed to the same steel pipe. Out of a sudden, the hem of the shirt started to hitch upwards, the knife's tip skidding on my skin. He takes no mercy as he slips the knife on the band of my bra. He chuckled for a while and took away the knife.

"If I didn't like you anyway, I could have done it to you." He said, pulling down your shirt. "Well, I'll make your stay memorable." He kneeled between my legs, and grabbed my face, as his fingertips caressing me.

"Stop touching me!" I hiss. He smirked, his hands crawling downwards on my neck, my chest then stopped at my soft globes, squeezing them.

"What can you do if I don't want to stop, eh?" He teases and grabbed my face once more. I groan as he tips my chin, making me look at him.

The moment he pressed his lips to mine, I tried to writhe away. Compared to the strength that I have, he has much more.

"Hmm...kissable lips, I--" He was cut off as my free hand flew and stung his cheek.

"Pervert!" I barked at him. He sighed, closing his eyes. He stares at me, his blues turning yellow.

Shit. What have I done?

"I'm sure you'll regret it this time." He muttered, grabbing my stinging hand as he presses his lips again on mine. "You wouldn't want to see this animal side of mine." He hissed on my ears as his grasp on my wrist tightens. "Because if you did, oh no, Y/N, I couldn't imagine."

"Then, why don't you kill me now so everything would be finally over?" I smirked at him, giving him a damn challenge.

"I will, but not now. Why don't we play?"

"I'm not into your games. You should have taken a kid if you really want to play." I hiss. 

"So feisty...I like it." He says chuckling as he gets off me. "However," he slipped his hand through the pajamas, as it stilled and cupped my sex. "...being feisty won't save you."

"What are you going to do?" I ask, feeling how one of his fingers twitch and caress the bulge of my flesh. "Stop it!" I hiss.

"Pleasing you," he says and winks. His middle finger rested for a while and he pulled out his hand. "Next time you'll do something, think about it." He brushed my hair. "Because I could take it out on you anytime," he tips my chin, as I stare on his illuminating yellow eyes. "And that would be fun, baby." He smiled and kissed my forehead then left.

If he could do that right now, imagine what he could do in the future as he keeps me here as his prisoner. 

I'm in hell.