Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I clench my teeth to keep from screaming while holding my breath.
“Haidyn and Kashton already have two weeks of training done, so you’re going to have to catch up.” Her eyes drop to my lips. “I have a feeling that you’re a quick study.”
I take the opportunity of her closeness and ram my head into hers, knocking her back off her heels and onto her ass as her back hits the wall. My arms are freed as they go to help her, but before I can get to the bitch, I’m pushed down onto my stomach, and they’re yanked behind my back. This time, they place me in handcuffs.
Breathing heavily, I try to roll over so I’m not lying on my burning chest but someone steps on the back of my neck, pinning me down.
She snaps her fingers, “Let him see.”
I’m yanked to sit up, and I glare up at her. If I wasn’t so enraged, I’d enjoy the blood running down her face as she shoves a phone into mine. “I control everything. The water is forty degrees, but he’s burning up inside of the dry suit. The stickers on his chest…those are wireless chest monitors and they show me his vitals.” She points to the screen with the tip of her nail. “See that? His core body temperature is up to a 103. 107 is brain dead, by the way.”
I can’t speak, I can barely breathe from the weight on my chest.
“He woke up some time ago.” She goes on. “His current blood oxygen content is around fifty percent. Probably experiencing problems with circulation, possible hallucinations, body spasms…” She pauses. “And this one here, it controls the valve on the end of the tube—his only access to air. I can give him more or take it away…”
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” I manage to say through gritted teeth, cutting her off. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to hang this bitch by her fucking neck on the gates of Carnage for all to see as they drive by.
She laughs and signals for them to get me to my feet. I bite down on my tongue as they lift me by my arms and try to ignore the pain that shoots down my side. The cuffs are undone and I take a step toward her, ready to knock her fucking teeth out when she speaks.
“You have a choice here, Saint. Stay and willingly give yourself over to me. Or go and chase your whore while I play with your brothers.”
My hands clench. “She’s my …” I refuse to finish that sentence. She arches a brow. A very select few know what Ash and I did that first week she was here. And right now, both of them need me.
Fuck Ashtyn for doing this. For making me choose. For making me let her go! And fuck this bitch for thinking she can give me an ultimatum.
I’ll do what must be done now, but I won’t forget Ashtyn. She can’t run forever.
“Pull him out,” I demand. “Right now.” My eyes go to the screen and my already tight chest seizes when I see the black tube and valve. How many times has she taken it away? Who knows how long he’s been in there and it’s such a tight space it gives little movement to begin with. I had barely any and Haidyn is taller than me.
“And you’ll stay?” she asks, and my eyes drop to her as she arches her brow. “Because I could really use your help. The other two have not been cooperative, Saint. I’ve had to force my power—”
“LET HIM OUT!” I shout, my throat burning, tired of her fucking voice. I want to shove that black tube down her throat and slowly fill it with water and watch her drown.
She smiles and dials up a number on her phone. Placing it to her ear, she speaks one word. “Enough.”
My eyes shoot to the screen and two men enter the double doors once again pushing the stretcher. They go to the center pit and unlock the bars, pulling them up. The water remains as they reach down and grip his shoulders first sitting him up, then drag him out. They lie him on the floor, and he doesn’t move.
“If he’s dead…”
“Take him to Devin,” she says into the phone. “I want a full checkup.” When she hangs up her phone, my eyes shoot back to the surveillance.
They remove the hood, and his eyes are closed, but I can see his chest moving in the tightly fitting suit. His body is shaking and his hair and face are soaked from sweat. They remove the plugs in his nose and the tube with the mouthpiece. Then they place him on the stretcher and push him out of the room.