Captive

Chapter 20

Sergey is tense about the woman's response, at the other end of the line.

- Why can't I choose the same merchandise? He's the only person that I really enjoy to f**k in all my life. I like making him suffer. His pained face excites me. Like I said, the best f**k of my entire life.

- I'm sorry Sir, but the merchandise is unavailable. The last customers damaged it, and it won't be in any condition to be damaged today. If you want the same merchandise, you can call again tomorrow or you can choose one of the other fine merchandise we have to offer, at half price.

- Do you think I like buying things on sale?

- Sorry sir. I didn't mean to imply any of that. We reserve the merchandise for you. Call tomorrow and I'll see what can be arranged.

- Then I'll do that. Inadmissible. I wanted to f**k him today.

Sergey hangs up the phone and runs to the bathroom vomiting everything he had and didn't have in his stomach.

- Goddess! Goddess! They hurt him. Oh My Goddess. I should have taken him out of there by force. Stupid! Stupid. – he sits on the floor next to the toilet, desperate and gripping his hair tightly.

After a few minutes of compulsive crying, he slowly gets up. Turn on the tap and wash his mouth. When his eyes fix on the eyes looking at him from the mirror, he feels incompetent. He had discovered exactly nothing until now. Nothing. He didn't know where that hell was located and it was impossible to get Adam out of there without killing them both. The strength that Drake had always shown, his convictions, completely disappeared from Sergey's body.

He needed to get himself together. He had to go to the clothing store to get the suit.

As 6 pm approaches, he enters the Prada store. Anyone who looked at him could not guess the state he was in. The employee glows when she sees him. It was a good match for her. Rich, beautiful and… without the slightest interest in her. He takes the suit and goes into the fitting room to try on the suit.

He takes out the hanger, and inside, a small black plastic and a note.

“destination accounts without movement. I need more time. Next injection is on the 15th at the agreed location. Don’t miss it”

“Good” – he thinks. He puts the note and the small bag in his pocket and leaves with the suit in hand.

He thanks the employee and returns to the hotel, leaving her disappointed.

Adam was lying down. His wolf was so weak and tired of healing his human that even the manager was afraid the wolf would die from the effort. Adam had been left in a terrible state and had barely died. Broken ribs, broken jaw, legs and arms... and the continuous violations made the bones try to start healing several times in vain. He had lost consciousness and still hadn't woken up. This was the defense of his body from the pain that Adam had suffered.

- Now boss, don't worry. He's just an animal. He looks good. And if you have a problem, as long as his face is fine and his ass too, you won't lose business. – The doctor says,

The manager pulls his arm back and punches the doctor in the belly full of fat, making him cower and scream.

- When will you learn not to make assumptions about things that don't concern you? You're a f*****g fake doctor. You're here to do what I tell you and not to open your mouth and say s**t. Adam is needed by the organization. He is the best merchandise in the house. People love breaking that beautiful toy. But this time they exaggerated. They paid very well but they exaggerated. They killed one of the best fairies and almost killed this one too. To top it off, we had to refuse 3 of the fixed ones.

- Idotes, so many others to f**k and they just want that piece of s**t.

- What does it matter to you? You get paid to do what I say. The money we lost with these 3 refusals…. What do you think the boss will do to us when he finds out? I think you better have something up your sleeve to give strength to the wolf he has inside him, or I'll throw you at the fire. If anyone is going to lose their head, I can guarantee it will be you.

A shiver runs down the fat doctor's spine. He sighs and wipes his nose on his sleeve and looks at Adam. He opens his suitcase and takes out a bottle. He fills a syringe and injects the bag of serum that kept Adam hydrated.

- What did you give him? – the manager asks.

- Pure adrenaline.

- Did you just have cerebral diarrhea? I told you to help his wolf. I didn't tell you to wake him up.

The doctor shrugs.

- If he is in pain, the wolf has to react.

With a calm voice, but one that chilled the soul of whoever heard it, that familiar voice says over the phone.

- So, how much money does this represent?

- Sir, nothing we can't recover. The merchandise will be fine and the customers will come back.

- How would you get back the money? It's obvious that you can't get the lost money back. Next time it's next time money.

The manager shivers. The monotone voice, without a single trace of emotion, made his soul scream out of his body.

- Sir, it's not our fault that customers get excited. It's house policy to give complete freedom of action to…

- Are you teaching me the rules of the house, Paul? – the voice says, almost in a whisper.

- Of course not, sir. Far from it.

- That is good. – the voice says – now solve the problem.

- yes sir.

- And Paul... let it not happen again. You can let anyone else die, but not him. He's my money mine. If you like having your head on your shoulders…

He hangs up the phone, and the manager takes a deep breath.

- f**k.

Sitting on the bed, Sergey takes out a small device from the black bag. He hoped that worked. It wouldn't leave any identifiable signal for the organization to find, but it would enlarge the GPS signal that Adam had. Enough so, even if they were several feet underground, and covered in cement, the signal would be picked up by satellite.

- Goddess, let it not be lined with steel or everything is f****d.

He hides the device in his belt. As he only passed through metal detectors and it wasn't made of metal, he was safe. But what about Adam? Adam would be fine. “Damaged merchandise” the words repeated in his head. Some son of a b***h had almost killed Adam. How twisted can a person be to the point of taking pleasure in causing pain? How much can a boy like Adam take before he decides to embrace death?

Adam, so beautiful and perfect.

He looked at his watch. It was still 8 pm. f**k. Tomorrow is still so far away. He can't call too early or it would seem what he really was: desperate.

He reads the paper again. Another injection. How he misses his wolf. If he were there, everything would be more bearable for him.

Adam wakes up and can't move. The pain he felt throughout his body was some of the worst he had ever felt. The weird part is that he felt his body energized, but he didn't know where the energy was coming from. He needed to get up and walk, but just moving his head was too painful. He moves his eyes and finds that he is alone in the same room as always. He closed his eyes and some tears fell down his face, but they weren't tears of pain. They were tears of pity for him. He had given up hope long ago, but now... that old hope had returned and with each passing day it became more horrible to be there.

"Sergey. Where are you? Why did you appear in my life? Who are you really? Why don't you get me out of here?"