Repressed

Chapter 3 -The Authority

The Authorities home offices in the city of Banato were just as I had anticipated: Cold, clinical and controlled in every detail. I knew from a simple glance, that the strictly dressed employees had each been carefully selected to become a member of staff. The process of which must have been difficult considering the grim lined expressions each held.

Everything on display was clearly precisely planned and placed so specifically, that you would assume you had just mistakenly walked onto the set of a horror movie. In all honesty, for me, it sure as hell felt like it.

Brief goosebumps shivered up my spine as I sat perched at the edge of a white leather sofa in the waiting room. The atmosphere was what I would expect from a hospital in an apocalyptic world. There was something extremely unsettling about this situation.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it but this so called 'Final Solution' gave off sinister vibes. It's resemblance to Hitlers mass g******e lurked eerily in my mind. I mean we were talking about the authorities apparent "diplomatic" rule here...more like a dictatorship.

How did no one else see the dangerous similarities? Was I alone in this?

So many questions polluted my brain like a calamitous thunder storm. I could barely assemble any other thoughts as I absent mindedly dug my nail into the pale skin of my leg.

"Excuse me, Mrs Dylan?" inquired an emotionless gravel tone.

I peered apprehensively upwards through my eyelashes meeting the gaze of a stoic; 6"2 man.

"Yes?" my voice was a complete contradiction to my mood. It projected as loud, clear and confident whereas on the inside a sickening fear consumed my nerves.

"Owen Grey will see you now. If you would like to follow me?" His words were monotone and devoid of any feeling just like his brown; dull eyes.

Nodding, I stood from the black leather sofa and followed closely behind as he directed me towards the last door in the hallway.

The shined and polished wooden archway glided open with no trace of a noise to reveal a blonde, combed man sitting in an obsidian black arm chair. Small, neat piles of paperwork lined the edges of the desk, which was situated in front of the male, except a thick green folder that he held in his hand.

"Thank you Marcus" gestured, who I assumed to be Mr Grey. The man who guided me soon turned towards the door and left with a small nod of acknowledgement.

Pulling my hands behind my back I hesitantly glanced around the spacious office, avoiding the intimidating eyes that burned into the side of my head.

"So Mrs Dylan, how are you feeling?" cooed a faked worried tone. I knew it was just forced pleasantries but I couldn't help but answer honestly to this stranger.

"Scared" I whispered as I sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Well that is understandable, considering the situation." he moronically spoke.

Sighing impatiently I waited for him to continue. I had no time for any of this right now! I didn't care that I was being rude, I was just so worried about Tommy.

I mean what could they have already done to him?

"Okay I'm going to explain all that I can to you but this remains confidential and can not leave this facility?" He was talking to me as if I were a child.

Ignoring my anger I simply nodded, unable to trust myself from taming my annoyance.He passed me the folder he held in his hand and a pen.

Opening the green cover, a confidential agreement was revealed. Signing the the form hesitantly I kept my eyes to the paper in an attempt to keep my tears from falling. I had to be strong for Tommy.

Passing it back to him, he quickly glanced at the form, in which he then placed in a draw under his desk.

"Your husband was randomly selected to undergo a series of injections to unlock the full potential of human biology" Mr Grey rushed.

Wait, what the f**k? I sat there my mouth agape. Completely unable to respond my mind became dazed. Coughing slightly Owen re-adjusted his tie uncomfortably at my reaction.

"Under the order of the authority these experiments will be taking place until some progress is made. Therefore I can not give you a timeline of how long it will persist but rest easy knowing you are now apart of the future"

His words were insincere and I knew he had been giving a script to recite.

"Why" I whispered, my emotions attempting to take a hold of me

"Why? Mrs Dyla-"

"Why are they doing this? Clearly this goes against his, our human rights. This is not legal. I refuse to allow you to transmute my Tommy into something he is not. What would the physiological and physical toll take on him as a person? He would never be the same!" My reply ran dry from my mouth becoming ever more venomous with each word.

"This is but a courtesy Liliana. You have no power over the situation but if you remain compliant then possible visitations will be allowed." He paused as I corrected him.

My name, my first name, was never again going to be allowed to pass through his brooding lips. It had felt exceedingly dirty and vulgar from his polluted mouth.

"If not then the only option I have is to resend any chance of contact with your husband ofr the entirety of the trials and even in the aftermath as well." His cold words were like a punch to the gut. In that moment I knew I was cornered and that I had no real choice in the matter.

"If I agree I expect to be able to weekly see Thomas. By law I should be given at least that. What does he even think about this? Have you even told him yet?"

Sighing Owen rubbed his temples tirelessly and simply nodded his grievance.

"He knows and believe it or not he said the exact same thing" Tears welled in my eyes as the realization of our situation settled into place in my mind.

I had to wish for our "mundane" life to end. I had jinxed our relative happiness, well in comparison to this current dilemma, because I was being selfish. Even now Tom wasn't worried about himself but adamant in regularly being allowed contact with me.

In my mind I promised I would never doubt nor leave my husband, not voluntarily. I would never let them hurt him. It was my duty of love to remain by his side despite the hardships.

Who new my wedding vows would be coming into play in this scenario?

After my agreement Mr Grey stiffly stood from his chair and abruptly indicated for me to follow his lead. Much like a child I stumbled lost in the maze of adults, struggling to maintain his fast pace.

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Thomas's prov:

My sight was blurred by the anesthetic the nurse had injected earlier this morning. She seemed like a nice lady, with light grey curls, slightly wrinkled skin and a petite frame, that projected the image of friendliness.

However when I caught her supposedly kind gaze, all I could see was a swirling pit consumed by inpatients and disgust. Looks truly were deceiving. Within that moment I decided not trust her fabricated front, after all there must be a reason she was hiding her real malicious expression.

For now I would just have to be very wary of the seemingly sweet and aged medical professional. Honestly her suspicious faked behavior still only took second priority to the anticipation of seeing my wife.

I just wanted Lili, nothing else mattered to me. I didn't care about what happened to me because all I desired was to hold my beloved in my arms and never let her go. Despite knowing I would eventually have to release her from such an embrace, I chose to ignore my common sense and daydream about the sent of her hair.

As if on que the side door, which connected to what I expected to be a hallway, slowly slid open. The now exposed view of the entranced revealed Mr Grey's towering form being closly followed by Liliana.

Sighing in relief at the sight of her alluring luminescent complexion, I lent forward in an effort to stand however she sharply snaked into my awaiting arms, stopping my need to stand.

Situating my nose into the nook of her soft neck, I inhaled her addictive fresh lemon aroma. The skin to skin contact had immediately quelled any fears I had of losing her.

"I love you" She whispered in my ear, her breathe tickling my exposed skin.

"I love you too" I replied, nuzzling my face even further into the dip between her head and shoulder.

An awkward coughing sounded interrupting the mood.

"I will leave you two to say your goodbyes...for now at least"

We sat alone in the room just hugging for five minutes straight without even saying a single word to one another.

I wanted this moment to last forever so we never had to return to our new reality. How had we gotten into this mess?

One moment I was leaving my hotel to head to the tube to go home. The next? I was in this room with a throbbing headache and an inclination as to where I was.

Looking up I had seen a blue Iv attached to my arm but as I went to remove it, I felt the restraints on my arm. It was and still is strange. Unfortunately before I could act any further sleep had overwhelmed my senses.

I drifted off into a dark slumber for god knows how long to awake confused, yet again. Then a complete and utter stranger loomed over me informing my dazed mind of the current situation I was in.

Once he had finished speaking I could barely contain myself.

"LILANNA!" I had bellowed, my voice coarse.

"I want my wife." I had whined impatiently.

"Okay Mr Dylans, okay" the stranger, whose name I had just learnt was Owen Grey, had assured.

"Now." I had demanded angrily.

A strange tingling had suddenly begun to thrum throughout my body as I waited for my Lili. I wanted my wife now because I needed her right this instant.

I had no true incline as to why but all I could dwell and think of was: 'NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW''

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Liliana's prov:

He was warm. To hot. It felt as if he was overheating. As I attempted to pull back from the embrace to alert a nurse or some other medical aid, he clutched me ever tighter. His clasp on my waist had began to bruise from the rough pressure..

"Tommy?" I inquired blocking out the pain he was causing. However all I got in response was a gruff grunt and a sharp tug on my hips.

"Tommy, let me go" I whimpered. A loud snarl pierced the room as his grip around my waist got ever stronger.

"Tom-" I began only to be interrupted.

"Mr Dylans please release your wife. Can't you see your hurting her? I thought you loved her Thomas." Owens voice echoed around the stark white cube. Strangely his tone held genuine worry. When did he have a complete attitude change?

"I love my Lili more than you will ever love anyone Mr Grey. If you question my affection for her more than just this once, then I will rip your throat out" he spat venomously.

This was not my husband. In all the time I had known him I had never seen him act in such a way, especially all the aggression. His arms felt wrong around me as a fearful sickness swelled in my gut. Trying to pull back again I was met with a stinging ache along my back where the added pressure deepened the bruise his embrace left.

A sharp intake of air, quietened my gasp of pain as I strained against Tommy's hold.

"Please let go you're hurting me" I uttered, pain filtering into my voice.

"Sorry" He murmured into my hair before letting me go. Tears glimmered in my eyes as I realized he was already no longer the Thomas I had known.

"Its okay babe" I choked out, holding back tears. Offering him a slight smile, I shuffled to lean against the door frame, to support my quivering form. Thomas eyed me as I moved away with a heated gaze.

"No its not..." He paused in between his words to glare enraged at Owen.

"What have you done to her?" he roared, trying to lunge for the mans throat.

Me? He thought something was wrong with me and not him. This delusion was already going too far and yet it has only just begun.

"Thom-" Mr Grey starts.

"You can't say my name dickhead" he growled out as he reached for my arm, blinded by his own ignorance.

Leaning further back from his touch, his expression turned to one of hurt, betrayal and sadness. Why couldn't he understand?

"Stop Thomas." I commanded my voice harsh and abrupt.

"There is nothing wrong with me." I continued seething, my anger rising at his current behavior and threatening to spill into my speech

"Its what they're doing to you!" my once restrained tears now streamed freely down my cheeks.

His face paled as he glanced upwards to the swirling blue iv in his arm. Guilt rushed through his eyes as a sorrow I have never seen before pained his expression.

"Why are you doing this to me? I'm never angry, possessive or short-sighted. I've been here but a day and I'm different! The hell are you putting into my body?" He growled out between small breathes, his fear and self-hatred polluting his tone.

Owen went to respond but I grabbed his arm and shook my head. My action was intended to be a gesture of restraint but Tom did not like that. He didn't like it at all.

"Don't you dare touch her, you four-eyed f*****g roach" he heated angrily.

"Tommy!" My shock bled into my tone as I gasped.

"Stop being a slut and leaving yourself open for other men. You are my wife not their little w***e" He was heavily panting as he emptied his rage into the room.

Angrily I wiped my tears roughly from my face with my jumper sleeve. Opening the door I looked back at my husband a deep sadness drowning in my eyes.

"f**k you" was all I could whisper without bursting into anymore deluges of tears.

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Hey guys sorry it took a while but here is chapter 3! Its a long one...