Possessing Providence(27)
“Forrester, push over the mobile light, I can’t see a thing with this lighting.”
Forrester complied, pushing over the three-armed, medical light, proceeding to unwind the cord and plug it into an already overloaded electrical socket.
Prov tried to steady her breathing. Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to brace herself against the oncoming humiliation.
Bright lights flashed in front of her closed eyes and darkness fell.
* * * *
Must clear my head. I must fight. She needs me. Ignoring the throbbing pain from the volts of power they’d jolted him with and the dull thuds from their fists, he climbed to his feet. Wobbling, he clutched the chair.
They took his treasure. He needed to get her back before they could harm her. He knew the dark cruelty of the human men who held him here for so long, the things they did to him and the Xersons in the cells below. His little mate was human, soft and fragile.
Angered rolled through him for not being able to stop them from taking her.
He knew she would not want him to blame himself, but right now, the anger helped strengthen him. The effects of the drug would wear off, but by then it would be too late.
He sized up the door. Taking aim, he let go of the table and charged forward at full force. He bounced back but the door cracked a little. They were foolish to think this type of cell could hold him for long, not when he had something on the other side more important to him than the air he breathed.
His head swam again, but he took time to steady himself and re-aim before charging again. Throwing his weight into his shoulder, the door cracked again.
“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck her first, and then shoot her in the head,” a guard yelled through the door.
Zelron paused. “We’ll bring her back to you when the docs are done with her.”
Not good enough. He wanted—needed—her back where she belonged, with him, now. Zelron backed up, his head feeling a little clearer, and he charged again, seeing the splintering in the hinges. Two more hits and it would open.
As he backed up, the door flew open. Zelron charged and they raised their guns and fired. He only managed to barely dodge the projectiles.
Everything suddenly plunged into pitch black darkness. Zelron grinned when his eyes easily adjusted. Fortunately for him, he saw perfectly well in the darkness. Unfortunately for the human guards, they could not.
* * * *
“Damn it to hell, not again.” Martin sounded angry.
She opened her eyes, blinking. It was dark and she realised the power had gone out. She pushed her fear aside because she knew what had happened.
“You blew a fuse again. It’s an old circuit board down here, left over from the military days. You can’t keep plugging modern equipment in with high power demands and expect it to cope.”
A hum and soft lights from a backup generator somewhere, kicked in.
“We can’t work in this light.” Both Forrester and Martin stared at her. “Good thing you insisted we not kill her.”
“You will fix the fuse.”
Prov wanted to refuse, and then an idea struck her, but she didn’t want to look eager.
“Why would I want to do that?” She raised a questing eyebrow at the men.
“Do you really think refusing us is a wise move? Remember, be good and you get our fringe benefits.”
Heaving a dramatic sigh, she nodded. “You’ll have to let me loose, and I’ll need my tool belt.”
They hesitated.
“I can’t fix shit without my tools. Up to you.”
“Fine, fine. The sooner we get this fixed, the sooner we can get on with the examination. I have a dinner appointment with Mario from the head office tonight. He wants a full report of our progress down here.”
Forrester sighed, heading for the door. “I’ll go get her tools, you unbuckle her.”
Forrester left the room and Martin undid her leg straps first, and then her arms. “Don’t get it into your head to try anything foolish. No one’s escaped from here.”
We’ll see about that, asshole.
“I’m naked with only a sheet, what the hell can I do? Zelron’s the one who can break your neck with his pinkie.”
“You’ve watched far too many movies, Miss Velour.” Martin helped her down from the table and she wrapped the green surgical sheet around her body like a towel, doing her best to ignore the squishy feeling of the shaving cream between her legs.
Martin’s mouth twisted up into an amused grin, watching her shift from foot to foot.
“It’s not really that bad. I think your big beast has taken quite a shine to you.”
She pursed her lips, stopping herself from telling him it was none of his business.