Saving The Devil

19. Long Time No See

A lifetime had passed-- but in reality about 20 minutes-- and we finally came to a stop. This time I wasn't tied to a chair however, instead, I was laid on something cool and soft. It felt like... it felt like...

A bed!

Oh God No!!!

The men were gone again leaving me alone. My attempts at wiggling free had proven futile so I decided to actually stop and think. What would Angelina Jolie do right now? And then it hit me. I begun moving my hands downwards.

Just a little more... 

All...most...there... 

Victory is mine!!!

I managed to get my hands from behind my back to infront of me. Now what's the next step?

How about seeing where you are?

But you know I can't see, because there is something ove..... Ooo! Good point!

Bending my upper body down I put my still bind hands to work, trying to pry this thing of my head, yet the only thing that accomplished was adding insults to injury. Literally! Whatever it was, was bouned securely around my neck and the tugging just made the throbbing worse. 

But I had to try.

"I would stop that if I were you!"

I was so frightened that I flipped over, quickly laying on my back to conceal the string of farts that just escaped. I think it's fair to say the voice scared the living shit out of me, wouldn't you?

Tssk! Tssk!  I'm assuming that it was the voice that just sprayed purfume.

   "And that too!" he added.

 I was about to say something but it all went away when a familiar scent filled my lungs. I took another deep breath and went straight back to the night that Shak carried me to bed. Although he said he didn't, so was this a dream too? 

Then I remembered the sound of bones breaking and Britney's silence. No, no it was not!

"Shak" I gritted out "If this is your idea of a joke, PLEASE let me tell you just how much it aint funny! This--"

  "On the contrary love, there is nothing funny about this!" That voice! I knew this voice but I couldn't remember how. Or who!

As if by some supernatural ability he had heard my thoughts, the knot around my neck loosened and the material was removed.

O Mary Sweet Mother of God!!!

My eyes were bulging and the initial shock sent after tremours. My thoughts stilled, my throat dried, my heart did a double back hand spring, TWICE. And I heard the word echoed in my ears again.  

Nobody.

"Well hallo to you too" he smirked. "So nice seeing you again" and with that, I closed my eyes and fell backwards on the bed.

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"WAKE UP! COME ONNN!" I used my still bind hands to hit my forehead.

"I don't think 1 can awake when not sleeping." He replied plainly.

Why was he walking over to the bed now? Over to me?

I stared up at him trying to vaporize him with my eyes, but he must have been made of dragons skin, because my gaze did nothing!

"It's you, the psycho from the grocery store!"

"Indeed?!" Was he only reply.

"Listen, I'm sorry if I offended you but you shouldn't have cut the line and to be fair you shouldn't have pushed me and I stand by calling you a psycho because we were both on edge and the cashier kept ignoring me and now you're going to kill me all because she was on her phone and didn't cash me out so I could leave." 

No matter how I tried, I couldn't get my mouth to stop rambling!

By now I was sitting up and he had taken up position beside me on the bed, with a small box in his hand.

Unlike the first time we met, 1, he didn't seem on edge since he sat silently staring hence, 2, he wasn't in a hurry either and 3, he was speaking perfect English.

So I say he's pretty comfortable and had been planning this since day one.

He didn't think I deserved an answer though, he simply opened the box, revealing a mini surgical kit and... and holyshit he was going to stitch my mouth shut!

And as luck would have it, that's when the rambling finally stopped.

Hernando's POV

"It's you, the psycho from the grocery store!"

Well well she's got balls Nando you have to give her that.

And I agreed. Even after being kidnapped and tied up, she still has the nerve to call me a psycho.

Oh what fun this will be!

Thought that would have to wait, I still needed to attend to her wounds.

Reaching down I got my emergency kit and began striding towards her.

"Indeed?!" I finally replied taking a seat.

"Listen I'm sorry if I offended you but you shouldn't have cut the line and to be fair you shouldn't have pushed me... and now you're going to kill me all-"

Just when I could take the babbling anymore, she said the magic words.
You're going to kill me.

Oh this was too good!

I did my best to hide the laugh but a small smile slip on my face.  Good thing she was busy eyeing the kit to notice me.

I was surprise she managed to quit rambling without any treats from me, which kind of killed the mood.

When I glanced her way she was as pale as a Korean, eyes shooting daggers at the needle my hand.

Then my watch went off and she finally remembered to breathe.

"Turn." I said sternly.

"W-what?" she stuttered but I was sure I hadn't switch languages.

"Turn around, you need stitches."

"Oh" she sighed, her eyes met mine, holding my gaze.

I used my hand to slowly turn her body on the bed and she complied without so much as a protest about me touching her.

"Sadly, I won't have to shave your head." I thought.

A stifled laugh escaped her lips and my eyes widened in shock as I realized I had spoken that out loud!

"I'm here freaking the hell out, sending prayer after prayer, and you're upset because you won't get to shave my head?! Then to think you took offense to being called a psycho."

"Well we all like what we like! Now hold still." Again she complied.

Now the choice was mine and I thought long and hard.
Should I numb the area first?

The wound wasn't that deep, though it was long, I nodded in thought.

But then, after 15 everlasting seconds, I thought... hmmn better not!