Black Blood

Chapter 22 : Arora's escape.

"Hey pretty girl. How are you feeling about your boyfriend's soon arrival." A chair was set in front of Arora. John came, turned it over and sat with his chest facing the back of the wooden chair and the front of Arora's face.
It had been two days since John had gotten the call from Lewis asking for Arora and he had sent his search team right away.
Even during daytime, the room had no dominant light just a small bulb that hardly let her see things, but john's white shirt and grinning teeth were more visible than the bulb itself.
"I'm feeling salt in my mouth that needs to be spit on you." She grinded her teeth.
"You know Arora things can be so much easier for both of us."
"Similarly John you could be a very nice person instead of the barking dog you are."
The insult made him frown a little then his usual grin was back, he stood up. Came over Arora. Tucked his hand in her black hair that were a complete mess now and stretched them until half of the hair came off. Arora's eyes filled with tears.. they dropped from holding back her scream. He stretched them until some of her hair came off.
Hurt was a word people spoke about. But the last few days with her ex best friend had made her reconsider the intensity of the word. It was deep. But she won't let it show.
"Remember you called this upon you." Letting out the words john left.
And all she could feel was the tingling feeling in her head, she had a sudden urge to ruffle her hair with her hand but both of her hands were tied.
Looking down at her knees Arora wispered
"You are going to regret this John Ray."
Funny how life showed it's colours.
All she waited to do was cry. And ask God why. But She had a more important matter to attend. She needed to escape before they got Lewis back. She looked at both her sides the room was now empty. She was in the basement. People were walking upstairs. The muscular man whose name she had discovered was Morgan was off leading the "Ray pack" to get Lewis. She was left alone. Too bad for them. She needed to find something. Her eyes ticking from side to side analyzing the room but could not find any desired results. The loss of hair was now giving her a migrane.
She jerked her head, giving shocks to her whole body. At the back of the wooden chair her hand bounced back on after hitting something sharp.
She felt blood dropping out of her left hand. Now her head was full of heat and her hand was hurting too.
"Nice Arora. You just made it worse."
She sighed. Then something clicked.
She slowly moved her tied hands towards the left where she had hit them unconciouslly. She carefully touched her fingers on the sharp object examining it. It was a nail. That was attached but half-heartedly with the chair.
"You sure are going to regret this John ray." She smiled prickling her hands repeatedly on the nail.
She kept repeating the jesture for half an hour. Now both her hands were hurting but she did'nt stop. She could'nt. She needed to excape right away. Juat some more effort was needed but her strength was saying otherwise.
"Ughhhhh"  with all her force she ripped the rope apart. Her body relaxed at the feel of free hands.
She instantly untied her feet and the body.
On the first attempt to stand, she felt dizzy, her head pounding, she sat back, took an open breath and stood again. Which was successful.
Then she started searching the place.
A few feets away on the floor ,She found the cloth by which she was drugged into unconciousness while getting her here. All she needed was the drug. Somehow she was confident that they must have put it in the same place in case of an emergency.
Due to low light the vision was not clear but she searched the floor with her hands. One of her fingertips, colloded with a hard cloth. She reached and grabbed it. It was a small bag she opened it and found some medicines. There were two bottles that looked like anesthetics. One of which had the name "Dyphenhydramine Hydrochloride"
And the other read "Rohypnol"
Once more she was proud to be a chemistry student.
"Ofcourse John would use a date rape drug." She took the latter bottle and stood up. Walking upstairs towards the door.
She peeked out through the door knob. There was a hallway that led towards a bedroom towards right. The left outside showed a guard on a familiar wodden chair. He was wearing military uniform and held a gun too . Her mind sent a reaction text to her body at which her hands moved and wetted the cloth with the drug. Then gradually she clicked the door handle open.
Luckily the outside door was'nt locked . She took a sigh of relief. Just as expected. John had been with her for the whole day, he only left to get food or to "powder his nose" and he never locked the door behind. The guard looked at her in confusion. He reached for his gun. His journey towards the gun was mis directed by Arora's knee that came rushing towards his nose and banged dropping the gun on the floor.
"Aaah" he let out a low moan and Arora Instantly picked up the gun. And pointed at him.
"Move and die." Her father had taught her how to use a gun in self defence back when her step-mother had planned on killing her. The situation made her recall the memory.
She then knocked the guard with the gun, followed by the sound of him crashing on the ground. Before she could "weldone" herself someone approached her. She turned and flashed up her eyeslashes.
"Greetings Best friend." She blurted out. Her words lacking any emotion.
He held her stare with a surprised expression. He could see the gun and the guard now.
"H-how did you?"
On a reply she stepped closer, stood by his side and slung her arm around his neck. The gun was then pointed at the right side of his head. He gulped as she pressed the cloth on his nose and mouth.
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