for me?
No time to worry about that.
Waiting for Hood to climb on one of the bitches wasn’t a long wait. But I hated him for it. Tied to her, as a dog gets, he’d be unable to come after me. Just had to tiptoe--crawl--past the bitches. My only hope there was that he had their full attention.
Almost to the door, feeling a bit of relief, I got stopped two feet from it.
It was my S.D. supplier, who shall remain nameless.
“Psss.” Very quiet.
My head came up and my heart stopped. I was afraid to move.
It was just a finger and another, almost inaudible, “Psss.”
Yeah. It would have been funny if I hadn’t been wetting my pants.
He finally had to put a head out of a crawl hole for me to see--there was room for me to climb in, but just barely. Putting a hand over his mouth in the typical ‘Shh’, but silent, he pointed. There was a trap door, open. I went through, and the lid shut over me. I heard scraping noises and knew he was covering my tracks, and the door. I thought, there’s a whole lot more going on in the underworld than I would have ever guessed.
I found myself in an earthen packed closet of some sort. I couldn’t find a door, or another way out. It felt like a claustrophobic little tomb and smelled of dirt and piss. Yeah. It was gross. But it was the smell of several pisses that had me curious. So, they’d disguised the scent trail? I wondered who else had used that escape hatch in the past, or planned to use it in the future, and what more nefarious reasons they had for it. Murder? That wouldn’t surprise me.
There was no way out, at least, that I could find. I was afraid to cry out, for fear of being found. I knew, if I revealed the getaway hatch, that my saviors would kill me. So, as gross as it was, I settled down for a wait. I had to have faith that my friend would free me, or send someone else to help me out.
Hours later, the door opened. The room outside was dark, too, and I could barely make out two shadows.
Chapter Seven
It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Then, I fainted.
Thank God, Jack caught me. But, before I went completely out, I heard Fera’s voice say, “You should have let her hit the floor. Might knock some sense into her.”
Blissful heaven. Jack’s arms. I didn’t want to wake up. I knew he’d hold me until I did. I was so freaking tired.
You know I couldn’t nap in that hellhole. If I’d slipped into a nightmare, and cried out--well, I’d have been dead.
Sure enough, when I came around, I was still in Jack’s arms. It probably only took a minute or two. Fera was straight in front of me, willing me to wake the hell up, I think, because she looked furious.
The minute my eyes opened, she scathed, “Giselle, I swear to Gaia, you’re the dumbest bitch in the whole world.”
So, yeah, I flinched, and rolled protectively into Jack’s arms. He didn’t turn me away, but his sense of humor immediately surfaced. “Oh, honey, I like cuddling--but you gotta get a bath.”
“She stinks like every pissing loser at Pack City.”
Call me stupid, provoking Fera, but I didn’t want to get out of Jack’s arms.
She peeled me loose, though, and asked me point blank, “Do you have any idea--”
Jack insinuated himself between us, keeping her at arm’s length, and said, “Not now, Fera.” To me, he tipped my chin so he could look at my face. “What is going on up there?”
Okay. That made me pull out of his arms and spit, “Hood’s doing the whole pack--at the moment.” He might’ve been done by then, but who knew? I didn’t care that the rest of Lobos was looking for me. That had escaped me. And, yeah, the entire time I sat in that cabinet, I cursed Hood and his freaking pack mentality.
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No time to worry about that.
Waiting for Hood to climb on one of the bitches wasn’t a long wait. But I hated him for it. Tied to her, as a dog gets, he’d be unable to come after me. Just had to tiptoe--crawl--past the bitches. My only hope there was that he had their full attention.
Almost to the door, feeling a bit of relief, I got stopped two feet from it.
It was my S.D. supplier, who shall remain nameless.
“Psss.” Very quiet.
My head came up and my heart stopped. I was afraid to move.
It was just a finger and another, almost inaudible, “Psss.”
Yeah. It would have been funny if I hadn’t been wetting my pants.
He finally had to put a head out of a crawl hole for me to see--there was room for me to climb in, but just barely. Putting a hand over his mouth in the typical ‘Shh’, but silent, he pointed. There was a trap door, open. I went through, and the lid shut over me. I heard scraping noises and knew he was covering my tracks, and the door. I thought, there’s a whole lot more going on in the underworld than I would have ever guessed.
I found myself in an earthen packed closet of some sort. I couldn’t find a door, or another way out. It felt like a claustrophobic little tomb and smelled of dirt and piss. Yeah. It was gross. But it was the smell of several pisses that had me curious. So, they’d disguised the scent trail? I wondered who else had used that escape hatch in the past, or planned to use it in the future, and what more nefarious reasons they had for it. Murder? That wouldn’t surprise me.
There was no way out, at least, that I could find. I was afraid to cry out, for fear of being found. I knew, if I revealed the getaway hatch, that my saviors would kill me. So, as gross as it was, I settled down for a wait. I had to have faith that my friend would free me, or send someone else to help me out.
Hours later, the door opened. The room outside was dark, too, and I could barely make out two shadows.
Chapter Seven
It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Then, I fainted.
Thank God, Jack caught me. But, before I went completely out, I heard Fera’s voice say, “You should have let her hit the floor. Might knock some sense into her.”
Blissful heaven. Jack’s arms. I didn’t want to wake up. I knew he’d hold me until I did. I was so freaking tired.
You know I couldn’t nap in that hellhole. If I’d slipped into a nightmare, and cried out--well, I’d have been dead.
Sure enough, when I came around, I was still in Jack’s arms. It probably only took a minute or two. Fera was straight in front of me, willing me to wake the hell up, I think, because she looked furious.
The minute my eyes opened, she scathed, “Giselle, I swear to Gaia, you’re the dumbest bitch in the whole world.”
So, yeah, I flinched, and rolled protectively into Jack’s arms. He didn’t turn me away, but his sense of humor immediately surfaced. “Oh, honey, I like cuddling--but you gotta get a bath.”
“She stinks like every pissing loser at Pack City.”
Call me stupid, provoking Fera, but I didn’t want to get out of Jack’s arms.
She peeled me loose, though, and asked me point blank, “Do you have any idea--”
Jack insinuated himself between us, keeping her at arm’s length, and said, “Not now, Fera.” To me, he tipped my chin so he could look at my face. “What is going on up there?”
Okay. That made me pull out of his arms and spit, “Hood’s doing the whole pack--at the moment.” He might’ve been done by then, but who knew? I didn’t care that the rest of Lobos was looking for me. That had escaped me. And, yeah, the entire time I sat in that cabinet, I cursed Hood and his freaking pack mentality.
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