needed to
make her own way out of this mess.
At first, this
thought had overwhelmed her, and for the third time that journey
she'd found herself sobbing. When she'd asked Myron to teach her
she hadn't expected his work to be so much more dangerous for her
than Sebastian's had been. In pursuit of a man she would probably
never attain she'd probably signed her own death certificate.
After an hour of
wallowing in these sorts of thoughts Amelia pulled herself
together. If she was truly alone then this was up to her. Somehow,
she needed to use the mind she'd been given or die trying. Most
importantly, she couldn't give up.
For most of the
journey, she'd been splitting her thoughts between getting
information to feed him and keeping herself going. Several times
she'd made decisions that gained her information but had painful
consequences. It was time to focus solely on getting herself out of
here with minimal pain.
She felt tired,
but she didn't want to sleep again. To keep awake and prepare her
body for a possible chance at escape, Amelia kept fidgeting, trying
to get circulation in her legs going again. This made her hot and
sweaty, stuffed in such a small space, but it couldn't be helped.
Given how cold the air had been the last two times she'd been out
in it, she knew she'd be glad for the warmth later.
The one thing she
couldn't prepare for when she next got a chance to see some fresh
air was her eyesight. She didn't doubt that being in the dark for
so long would make it difficult to see. Her only aid might be if it
was dark, and given her estimate of time, she thought it would be
if they let her out soon.
It felt like a
little over a day since they'd last given her a break to pee. Her
head hurt as if she were dehydrated. She didn't need to pee as much
as she'd expected, but that could also easily be down to
dehydration. They hadn't exactly done much to take care of her.
As she thought
about all the meals she'd missed she realised some of the pain in
her stomach must be due to hunger, not just the beating they'd
dealt to her when they'd found her ungagged and able to see. She
tried to push the thought of what they might do when they found her
like that a second time out of her head. It was bad enough being
shut up in a small space; she didn't need to dwell on anything else
that scared her.
Whenever she felt
her emotions overwhelming her she tried to think of what Myron,
Sebastian, or even Tom might do if they were here. It mostly
helped. When she remembered they were all strong men, and two of
them might even be immortal, she laughed aloud again. The sound was
strange to her ears, like she was laughing because she might cry at
any moment. It only made her laugh all the more.
A thump on the car
seat behind her quietened her down again, and she found herself
mentally thanking whoever had done it. She couldn't go crazy. She
was meant to be thinking of a way to escape. Not knowing where she
was and how far away safety might be posed a problem, even if she
could get away from her captors. But, she needed to try. It was
down to her.
With this decision
firmly held in her mind, Amelia waited for the car to stop again.
Thankfully, she didn't seem to wait too long before the car slowed,
turned a sharp corner and then ground to a halt.
She took several
deep steady breaths as the doors opened and closed in the car.
Still, she waited.
Seconds ticked by
and she counted them off in her head, breathing in and out every
eight. The tenth time she'd done this she heard the sound of boots
on gravel nearby and then the lid opened. She caught a glimpse of
the stars in the dark night sky and fought off the grin that it was
dark enough her eyes weren't blinded. The breeze blew, wafting cold
air into the small space and flushing out the heat that had filled
it, bringing a few flakes of snow with it. Snow wasn't a good
sign.
As soon as they
noticed she was untied again there was more angry yelling but she
didn't move in the boot. Until she
make her own way out of this mess.
At first, this
thought had overwhelmed her, and for the third time that journey
she'd found herself sobbing. When she'd asked Myron to teach her
she hadn't expected his work to be so much more dangerous for her
than Sebastian's had been. In pursuit of a man she would probably
never attain she'd probably signed her own death certificate.
After an hour of
wallowing in these sorts of thoughts Amelia pulled herself
together. If she was truly alone then this was up to her. Somehow,
she needed to use the mind she'd been given or die trying. Most
importantly, she couldn't give up.
For most of the
journey, she'd been splitting her thoughts between getting
information to feed him and keeping herself going. Several times
she'd made decisions that gained her information but had painful
consequences. It was time to focus solely on getting herself out of
here with minimal pain.
She felt tired,
but she didn't want to sleep again. To keep awake and prepare her
body for a possible chance at escape, Amelia kept fidgeting, trying
to get circulation in her legs going again. This made her hot and
sweaty, stuffed in such a small space, but it couldn't be helped.
Given how cold the air had been the last two times she'd been out
in it, she knew she'd be glad for the warmth later.
The one thing she
couldn't prepare for when she next got a chance to see some fresh
air was her eyesight. She didn't doubt that being in the dark for
so long would make it difficult to see. Her only aid might be if it
was dark, and given her estimate of time, she thought it would be
if they let her out soon.
It felt like a
little over a day since they'd last given her a break to pee. Her
head hurt as if she were dehydrated. She didn't need to pee as much
as she'd expected, but that could also easily be down to
dehydration. They hadn't exactly done much to take care of her.
As she thought
about all the meals she'd missed she realised some of the pain in
her stomach must be due to hunger, not just the beating they'd
dealt to her when they'd found her ungagged and able to see. She
tried to push the thought of what they might do when they found her
like that a second time out of her head. It was bad enough being
shut up in a small space; she didn't need to dwell on anything else
that scared her.
Whenever she felt
her emotions overwhelming her she tried to think of what Myron,
Sebastian, or even Tom might do if they were here. It mostly
helped. When she remembered they were all strong men, and two of
them might even be immortal, she laughed aloud again. The sound was
strange to her ears, like she was laughing because she might cry at
any moment. It only made her laugh all the more.
A thump on the car
seat behind her quietened her down again, and she found herself
mentally thanking whoever had done it. She couldn't go crazy. She
was meant to be thinking of a way to escape. Not knowing where she
was and how far away safety might be posed a problem, even if she
could get away from her captors. But, she needed to try. It was
down to her.
With this decision
firmly held in her mind, Amelia waited for the car to stop again.
Thankfully, she didn't seem to wait too long before the car slowed,
turned a sharp corner and then ground to a halt.
She took several
deep steady breaths as the doors opened and closed in the car.
Still, she waited.
Seconds ticked by
and she counted them off in her head, breathing in and out every
eight. The tenth time she'd done this she heard the sound of boots
on gravel nearby and then the lid opened. She caught a glimpse of
the stars in the dark night sky and fought off the grin that it was
dark enough her eyes weren't blinded. The breeze blew, wafting cold
air into the small space and flushing out the heat that had filled
it, bringing a few flakes of snow with it. Snow wasn't a good
sign.
As soon as they
noticed she was untied again there was more angry yelling but she
didn't move in the boot. Until she
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