will she ever escape? : the Ellara series short prequel

chapter four

It was way late when I eventually tried getting out of the closet. But my body was too messed up and I wasn't even able to turn the door knob. Not that turning the door knob would do me any good without a way to break the lock.

My leg nub had finally stopped bleeding, but without the rest of my leg, walking was going to be extremely difficult and I'd be easily identifiable just by that alone. I'm sure the person who'd driven their car into me would have reported the incident.

As my desperation grew I started banging on the door as loud as I could, hoping that that one lady would let me out. It was clear she didn't want to sell me. She wanted to fix me up, to try and get a job in the labs. She had been so naive about all of this.

I was one of the things they created. I was a living machine that should never have been made. I was created only to be abused and tortured. and apparently I'm a natural source of this drug for those who feel sick about playing god like this.

my eyes widened in disbelief and I lost my balance as the door swung open and I fell out onto the main ship again. The moon was barely visible overhead.

“You need to get out of here. He's not going to let me fix you and return you to your owner.”

Before I had a chance to ask why she was risking everything for me despite not getting what she wanted, I heard the sirens of nearby police boats. “Shit.” She intentionally dug my sharp metallic fingernails into her arm to make it look like I had hurt her. “Don't worry about me, I'll say you broke out on your own. Just go! Now!”

She pushed me over the side of the ship and I landed in a small paddle boat.

“Thank you,” I whispered before dragging myself into the seat and started paddling.. I had really hoped this person wouldn't get in trouble for saving me, but at the same time I'm glad they didn't have to witness firsthand the horrors her boss had been trying to protect her from.

“I hope you get where you need to go!” She called out after me and I rowed as fast as I could into the darkest part of the night, hoping I could get to sector 8 from here; wherever sector 8 was.