Mated Twice To Twins

Shame

"Ahh, you're finally awake!" Irma began walking back and forth around my room. "You have been out for about a day,"

"Ugh, my head," I struggled to sit up on my mattress as I grasped my aching dome.

"Yes, I'm sure it does hurt. You went down like a sack of potatoes when Glenn threw his bolas," Irma chuckled as she waited for Gordon to bring in a chair.

"He threw what?" I struggled to look up at Irma and the brothers.

"Bolas consist of a few hard balls attached to a string. It's an ancient weapon..." Glenn started but was quickly cut off by Irma waving her hand.

"Regardless, you were trying to escape, something I told you not to do." Irma taunted as she motioned her face close to mine. "So, now I have to take extreme measures for your well-being," She rose from the chair and walked out of the door before sticking her head back in. "Ciao," How could this be, I was so close, I know I was. I could smell the air from outside, I could feel that I was right there. What does she mean by extreme measures?

"Good afternoon, Ms. Geautreaux. I've brought you some lunch." Beatrice uttered as she pushed open the door with a tray in hand. "It's beef stew," She placed the tray at my feet and it was about this time I was really missing Claude's food. Well, Claude Theriot period, I missed his Cajun accent that reminded me of my grandpa. I missed him coming in here and chatting with me, Beatrice doesn't talk with me unless it's telling me what she's made or if it's time to go in the back. I can't help but feel guilty that I had a hand in his death, the one person that made me feel like a person instead of an experiment. "Eat up, I'll be bringing you to the lab later on,"

"But my head, I've been out for over a day. Don't you think I should skip whatever Ms. Irma Logue has planned so I can rest?" I tried to reason with Irma's niece.

"No!" Was the one-worded response Beatrice gave as she walked back out the door slamming it behind her. That was when my stomach began hurting, and I suddenly thought I was being poisoned once again. I wouldn't put it past Irma or the Nelson brothers, they did it through my vent. My head started pounding harder than before and my eyes were hazy. I dropped the bowl and leaned over gripping my back, I felt like puking. What was happening to me? Am I dying? Wait... how many days have I been here? Weeks? Months? The days were blending together, and I somehow knew this must have been what Olivia told me about. Why now? How will I ever get out of here? "Hello, Ms. Geautreaux, I'm here to take you back to the lab," Beatrice grabbed me up from the floor but I was too heavy so she called in Glenn and Gordon to drag me there.

"What's going on?" Irma asked as Glenn tied my arms and legs to the cold slab as I groaned in discomfort.

"She is faking it!" Beatrice complained as she motioned with her hand toward me. "She asked me earlier if we would let her rest some more instead of coming back here, I told her no."

"I don't think this is what that is, I think she didn't get marked. I think she is still a virgin, I think this is what happens when werewolves find their mates but don't mark one another. Fascinating. This is a perfect time for me to get everything I need, it's revolutionary!" Irma boasted at my misfortune and all I could do was endure it. After what felt like hours of gathering blood samples, hair samples, skin, and nail samples she had enough and ordered Gordon to release my restraints and send me back to my imprisonment.

"I have to use the restroom, you kept me locked up for hours," I pleaded my case to Irma and she reluctantly agreed. I kept thinking that this was my only chance to try and escape again. I know she hasn't had any time to put up any of her extreme measures to keep me from leaving, so I have to take this opportunity. "It might be a while, I did eat just before I was brought back here," I whispered to Gordon as he let go of my arm just as we reached the bathroom door. I quickly removed the vent that I had the screws removed a few days before and I started my journey down the vent. Trying to be as quiet as possible I reached a dilemma, left or right? Right, I couldn't remember the way I chose before, how much of a difference could it make? A terrible smell hit my nostrils as I looked down through the grate to see a huge vat of something brown and goo-looking. I tried holding my breath, right or left? Left, I still wasn't sure if I was going the right way but I knew I couldn't stay here. At least I had a bit of time before she sent the Nelson brothers after me. Finally, I reached a secluded hallway so I kept crawling until I reached a room. I kicked out the vent hoping I didn't alarm anyone nearby as I entered the seemingly abandoned room. I searched the wall for a switch to turn on the light and I was taken aback by what befell my eyes. Artifacts, from everyone they had brought into La Chambre Blanche, were neatly displayed like trophies across the walls. I brushed my hands across the items, forgetting where I was for a moment as I stared down the small photos of the people that had been locked up here. Then, I was brought out of my bewilderment as a loud siren went off, I guess they figured out I wasn't in the bathroom. I opened the door and ran straight to the metal exit as I pushed it open it led me outside. The smell of the fresh air, the feel of the grass between my toes, I finally made it outside...