Oliver
I scoop Eliza up into my arms before she hits the ground and I carry her out of the dungeon.
My mind barely registers when someone says, “Give me the knife.”
Eliza curls into my embrace while I carry her through the pack house and up the elevators to level five.
“Eliza? What’s happened?” Eleanor asks worriedly as the elevator doors open at the top floor.
“She’s fine Mrs Grey. Could you please give us some privacy for a while?” I request politely.
“Oh … yes … of course.” She stammers. I’ve never heard her speak like that before. Is she nervous about something?
I don’t have long to think about it as I stride into Eliza’s Gamma suite as if I own the place. I stand her upright and begin undressing her in the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” She asks in a stern voice.
I look
