My Captor; learning his little secret

Chapter 4

Camilla drifted in the endless abyss of space, all the while apparitions of the blue eyed man filled the void. Her mind making up for the man with varied descriptions of him, she had no idea how long she drifted but she was aware of the light.

It started out as a fading pinprick of light, something to be barely seen in this spectacle of darkness and it increased over time, causing the darkness to flee taking away her freedom.

Her name echoed off in the void repeatedly being called by an intense all too masculine voice, but she didn't want to wake up. She knew what awaited her there. She wouldn't go back, not to her kidnapping.

But the light had a way of coaxing her, bringing her out of the darkness until the faint masculine voice began edging on closer and closer until

"Camilla,” a man called to her, pointing a torch in her eye. "Camilla wake up."

Camilla had heard her patients explain their concussions to her and how they felt, but experiencing first hand seemed to be an all too different scenario.

Her head banged with pain, almost as if her brain was replying the hit again and again and again. Her throat was agonizingly parched, it was very uncomfortable.

"How do you feel?" The man asked her.

"Like my head was set on fire,” Camilla replies trying in vain to sit up. "How do you know my name?" She asked as she had heard him call out to her in her unconsciousness.

He let her medical ID card dangle before her eyes instead of saying a word to her. "Can I get some water and a snack?"

He barked some orders and another ran along possibly to fulfill her request. Her hands felt her head and found some bandages wound a little too tightly around her, otherwise she was fine.

The man returned with a small tray of food and water in his hands. The food had not left his hands before she began to wolf down on it, her stomach growling with approval. She had no idea what slop it was but it was absolutely wonderful to her. The desperation for food accentuating for the lack of some ingredients.

"I'm sorry for my partner's behavior,” he told her as she continued to wolf down the food. "He flaunted orders and he has been duly punished. Now that this has been dealt with so I expect you back to work anytime tomorrow."

"Does it ever get hot?" Camilla asked. "Under that mask of yours, is it ever too hot for you to think?"

He does give her answer but a tiny glint of danger in his eye, lets her know to be quiet. Concussion or not, these men were dangerous and they wouldn't hesitate to show her just how dangerous they were.

He stood up from her side, his tall frame casting a long shadow in an already dark room, making her feel even smaller and more minute.

"Make no mistake of why you're here nurse,” he said to her. "It is not for us to cater to your whims. You might want to watch that mouth of yours as men like us can and will be very ruthless."

A chill seemed to accompany every syllable as he spoke, his boots stomped hard against the ground as he left her in the silence and for the millionth time Camilla prayed to go home.

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Nate's hands itched, the exact same way it had when he had pulled the gun on Connor. Chad had come up to break the beatdown but Connor hadn't escaped without a black eye and a nasty jab to the rib which she currently fussed over.

It was the first time he would lay his hands on one of his men and for a girl who had been here for three stinking days. It was so atrocious he couldn't help but chuckle a tad bit madly to himself as he poured some gin down his throat, the message had been received though loud and clear by all the men hiding out.

Camilla was off limits to every single one of them.

She worked at an alarming speed, too good for her job to have been holed up from the dump where he kidnapped her. Something in him had tried to understand how she worked albeit unknowingly but she remained a puzzle, her thinking quite different from the simpler minded men that surrounded him.

"I need to leave,” she announced slamming her palms on the table. "And now."

"This conversation has been had before,” Nate replied dryly. "No way in hell you're done until I deem it proper for you to leave."

"You'd better start deeming things proper,” she said and as usual her mouth was way too sharp for her own f*****g good. "Or you men over there are going to be deemed dead. This is not a hospital you know, I can only go on so long on what rubbish supplies you have."

"You will watch your tongue Camilla,” he growled at her, refusing to be talked down in the presence of his comrades.

"Not when my life is at risk due to your inefficiency,” she said crossing her hands. "It was their lives or mine right? I sure as hell want my life back."

"What do you need?" He asked.

"I need to be free,” she says in an all too sincere tone. If Nate was half the man he once was, he might have just felt something. "But I can't have that so some high grade pain killers, IV's and some other stuff along with some things for myself."

"Not running a motel here,” he said to her, standing up just so she could see how little she was. "Make a list and I'll go."

"It has to be me,” she demanded. "I don't see you with a medical degree. They won't just sell to anyone here, especially not what I need."

Nate brows furrowed, trying to find a way to outmaneuver her, seeing that was all that could be done to win against this woman. She was right, she'd been here for three days and not once offered a shower. She was ripe, even he had to have at least this much decency.

"You will be taken to shower,” he said. "Thirty minutes and then we'll go."

"But-"

"Either we both go,” he told her. "Or you can rot here."

He walked away having quite enough of her antics.