grim.
“You want to leave.” Lor’s deep voice had Olive turning around so quickly that she lost her balance and had to hold onto the window frame for support. She hadn’t heard him enter, but there he stood, right on the other side of the door, watching her like he could see into her very soul. He didn’t phrase it like a question, but then again it wouldn’t have taken a genius to know she didn’t want to be here. She didn’t bother responding, because there was no one in this house she could trust. Turning back around, she stared out the window again. The door closed, but she wasn’t left alone, not when the very presence of this human man seemed to encompass every part of the room. Her heart started to pound, and she faced Lor once more. He stared at her but didn’t move away from the door. Olive was shut in here with him, and although he was a human, he was also monstrous in size. But it wasn’t just his size that frightened her. There was something below the surface of his scarred persona, something she couldn’t pick up on even with her heightened senses. For a human he hid his emotions very well. They stared at each other, and although Olive should feel pretty scared right now, and was to an extent, she didn’t feel as apprehensive as she should.
“What are you doing?” No way was she going to admit anything to this male, one that had seemed to be assigned by Trent to keep an eye on her.
He didn’t respond right away and instead looked around the room. “You want out of here, understandably, but you are intelligent enough to realize that will never happen.” Her palms started to sweat, and that almost absent fear slowly grew inside of her. “Not without my help.” Had Trent told Lor to come in here and make her feel even more off balance? It didn’t seem like his style since he liked getting his hands dirty. When she didn’t answer once again he pushed away from the door only enough to open it once more. He stopped when he entered the hallway and looked over his shoulder. “If you want any chance at surviving this, then I suggest you come with me.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just disappeared down the hallway. For a few long seconds all she did was stand there, not knowing if this was a trap of some kind. But then something inside of her kicked on, and she headed after him. His steps were slow but precise, and he never stopped to check if she followed him. He led them down the stairs and to the basement. Was he taking her to see Holden again? Oh God . Was he taking her to some room where unspeakable things would happen to her? That seemed like the more logical explanation, and her steps faltered.
“I…” She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Still he didn’t turn around, but she heard his deep voice even though he was some distance in front of her.
“You won’t be hurt. I want to talk, but we have to hurry, and we have to be quiet.”
What could Olive do? She followed him, because she was out of options. When they reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs he took them in a totally different direction from when she normally went to see Holden.
The basement was cold, the stone surrounding them closing in on her. She pulled the edges of her cardigan closer to her neck. When they reached the seemingly endless hallway he took a sharp left and stopped in front of closed door. Lor pushed it open and stepped inside. She followed him in, but stopped immediately as she realized where she was. Fear slammed into her as she took in the rust stained exam table sitting in the middle of the room, and of the stainless steel table off to the side that held an array of tools, which she could only imagine were used for the most horrifying reasons. The door shut behind her on its own accord, and her heart jumped into her throat. She back away and reached behind her for the handle, but came up against the smooth metal of the door. God, how foolish she had been to believe anything
“You want to leave.” Lor’s deep voice had Olive turning around so quickly that she lost her balance and had to hold onto the window frame for support. She hadn’t heard him enter, but there he stood, right on the other side of the door, watching her like he could see into her very soul. He didn’t phrase it like a question, but then again it wouldn’t have taken a genius to know she didn’t want to be here. She didn’t bother responding, because there was no one in this house she could trust. Turning back around, she stared out the window again. The door closed, but she wasn’t left alone, not when the very presence of this human man seemed to encompass every part of the room. Her heart started to pound, and she faced Lor once more. He stared at her but didn’t move away from the door. Olive was shut in here with him, and although he was a human, he was also monstrous in size. But it wasn’t just his size that frightened her. There was something below the surface of his scarred persona, something she couldn’t pick up on even with her heightened senses. For a human he hid his emotions very well. They stared at each other, and although Olive should feel pretty scared right now, and was to an extent, she didn’t feel as apprehensive as she should.
“What are you doing?” No way was she going to admit anything to this male, one that had seemed to be assigned by Trent to keep an eye on her.
He didn’t respond right away and instead looked around the room. “You want out of here, understandably, but you are intelligent enough to realize that will never happen.” Her palms started to sweat, and that almost absent fear slowly grew inside of her. “Not without my help.” Had Trent told Lor to come in here and make her feel even more off balance? It didn’t seem like his style since he liked getting his hands dirty. When she didn’t answer once again he pushed away from the door only enough to open it once more. He stopped when he entered the hallway and looked over his shoulder. “If you want any chance at surviving this, then I suggest you come with me.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just disappeared down the hallway. For a few long seconds all she did was stand there, not knowing if this was a trap of some kind. But then something inside of her kicked on, and she headed after him. His steps were slow but precise, and he never stopped to check if she followed him. He led them down the stairs and to the basement. Was he taking her to see Holden again? Oh God . Was he taking her to some room where unspeakable things would happen to her? That seemed like the more logical explanation, and her steps faltered.
“I…” She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Still he didn’t turn around, but she heard his deep voice even though he was some distance in front of her.
“You won’t be hurt. I want to talk, but we have to hurry, and we have to be quiet.”
What could Olive do? She followed him, because she was out of options. When they reached the landing at the bottom of the stairs he took them in a totally different direction from when she normally went to see Holden.
The basement was cold, the stone surrounding them closing in on her. She pulled the edges of her cardigan closer to her neck. When they reached the seemingly endless hallway he took a sharp left and stopped in front of closed door. Lor pushed it open and stepped inside. She followed him in, but stopped immediately as she realized where she was. Fear slammed into her as she took in the rust stained exam table sitting in the middle of the room, and of the stainless steel table off to the side that held an array of tools, which she could only imagine were used for the most horrifying reasons. The door shut behind her on its own accord, and her heart jumped into her throat. She back away and reached behind her for the handle, but came up against the smooth metal of the door. God, how foolish she had been to believe anything
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