Captured by Death

The Shower

I heard a scream. I'm sure of it this time. Worse, it sounded familiar. It was James. And now I'm sure that the person she was enacting my "consequences" on was James. The thought of him in pain tears me apart. The thought of me being the one to have caused him that pain nearly kills me. Another scream follows. It makes me lightheaded and I have a sudden urge to leave here immediately. I always wanted to leave, but now I'm driven. Luckily, I have begun to formulate a plan. I have two knives in the souls of my shoes that are released when I kick my feet. If I can get them in a discreet place, I can take out the guards and sneak out of here to find James and I can do this all hopefully without any unnecessary messes. But if necessary, I will not hesitate to get some blood on my hands. If I'm stealthy, I should be able to make it out of here without any harm done to James.

Just then, the door buzzes and then creeks as it opens. Keres steps through in yet another suit with yet another smug smile on her face. One of her goons follows her in and places a tray of unappealing food on the table in front of me. I just raise an eyebrow at Keres. "Not eating the food I give you isn't going to make me give you nicer food," she says in a monotone voice. I just chuckle. She looks at me confused. "Oh, come on Keres, you know I'm not picky. I was actually referring to the ropes binding my hands. I don't know if you know this, since you obviously aren't human, but we need our hands to eat."

She rolled her eyes and nodded to the guard behind her to untie my hands. I quickly tied my hands back together before the thug came around to me so that he would not know I had untied my hands on my own. I needed to make sure that I was tied up just as carelessly next time as I was previously. He untied me and my hands were free. I could still feel the rope wrapped around my hands even after it had been removed. I took the fork that was set on the tray in my hand and took a bite of whatever was in the casserole of horrors that Keres had prepared, my feet still shackled to my chair.

"Eat quickly. You'll be taken to the shower in five minutes," she said. I looked up at her from my seat. "You're stressed, Keres. There's less idiotic quips than usual. What's got you so irritable? Have we worn you out in a mere three days?" I asked mockingly. I was beginning to wonder why she hadn't hit me or cut me yet. I knew how she usually operated. Normally, if I did so much as look at her wrong, I would have been punished slowly and painfully. Yet, she hadn't touched me. She was planning something. Keres huffed at my question. "I'm not being irritable." she said slowly. "Oh, but you are. I think I know why," I said, my mouth full of disgusting food. Keres raised an eyebrow and I continued. "You've always been ambitious with your business ventures, hence the whole villain agency thing. You get the picture. Well something tells me you got a little too ambitious, Keres. Made a deal with the wrong people. You already sold the codes. Problem is, you don't have them. Now you have the worst of the worst on your back saying that you're going to face consequences if you delay them much longer. How'd I do?"

Keres was silent for a moment, her mouth open. She then pursed her lips and clenched her jaw. I leaned closer to her, wondering how far I could push my limits until she snapped. "I've played this game a thousand times. Don't try to play me at it."Keres looked like she was fighting herself on whether or not to hit me. Why was that? She had no reason not to that I knew of. She then turned and spoke not to me, but to the guard. "Take her to the showers."

My shoes. They couldn't take my shoes. Not with knives still in them. I quickly kicked my feet just slightly and the knives flew out and stuck into the ground just underneath the table.

Keres then left as two guards untied me and dragged me by my arms to the shower. They then lifted me off the ground and threw me onto a cold concrete floor. I fell hard and when I looked up, I was in a cubicle room made entirely of gray concrete. I struggled to my feet as two women in old looking nurse outfits came in and very quickly stripped me of my clothing. I thought I heard one of them whisper "I'm sorry." to me, but I could have imagined it. The women left me standing naked and exposed in the room. If there was one thing I hated, it was being naked. It made me feel weak and insecure. I couldn't let this show, however. I just stood in the room, looking around. I tried to look as sure of myself as possible, but I was clearly very disoriented.

Just as I spotted a dingy shower head, a blast of ice cold water was released onto my skin causing me to gasp and clutch my body. Once I registered what was happening, I took a shuddering breath and began to rub the dirt off of my body. A few seconds in, a small nozzle dispensed soap onto my head. I rubbed it in and then a second substance dispensed. The cycle continued another time, and then the water abruptly stopped. Then the two women came back in and rubbed me with a rough towel. I was then wrapped in a small, black, tube top and black leggings. I had a feeling Keres knew about my dislike of little clothing.

The two women took my arms firmly and escorted me to the door where the two guards were waiting. They grabbed my arms and walked me back to my room where I was once again tied up. They did not appear to notice the knives and left the room as soon as the job was done. The ropes were once again tied very loosely and I could get out anytime I wanted. All I had to do was scoot the chair forward and grab the knives. Now all I had to do was choose when to make my move. Hold on, James. We're almost out of here.