Chapter 21 IN THE WAITING ROOM
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
SAMANTHA’S POV
The darkness I was in was terrifying and it gave me the creeps. Maybe I was going to die soon.
I knew because my body had started to give up on me. My arms were stretched against the wall, tied so tightly that I could no longer feel my fingers properly. The ropes burned into my wrists, scraping skin, cutting circulation, making every breath feel heavier than the last. I tried to shift my weight, but my legs were weak, trembling beneath me.
No one came.No one spoke to me.No one yelled.No one came to punish me.
That silence was worse than pain…cos I'm left with my head to decide my fate and the suggestions its given me so far were nothing I could make do with.
At first, I thought they were planning something. Kane would never forget. He would never leave things unfinished. I kept listening for footsteps, for voices, for the sound of keys against metal. Each second that passed made my chest tighten more…..
Nothing happened.
The room stayed dark. The walls stayed cold. The air was thick and unbearable. It felt trapped, hot, and stale, filled with a smell that made my stomach churn. It smelt of suffering and of death and even of fear that had soaked into the walls long before I arrived.
My throat burned. I was so thirsty it hurt to swallow. My lips were dry and cracked, and my tongue felt heavy in my mouth. My hands were numb now, but the pain came in sharp waves whenever I tried to move them.
I whimpered softly before I could stop myself.
Tears followed, for a brief moment, regret crept in. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to escape. The thought scared me and I shook my head weakly.
No…If this place was good, I would not have run. If this life was safe, I would not have risked everything just to leave.
I was being punished for something I didn’t understand. Something no one explained to me. Maybe this was the punishment. Being left alone. Being ignored. Being broken quietly.
I leaned my head against the wall, my body shaking from exhaustion. Maybe being alone with no punishment was worse than being beaten. At least the pain ends. Silence doesn’t.
I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer. I didn’t even know what I was asking for anymore. Strength. Deliverance. Or just the ability to survive another hour.
GENERAL POV
Night had fully settled over the mansion by the time Kane finished putting Micky to sleep.
She stirred slightly as he adjusted the blanket around her, murmuring something incoherent before drifting back into sleep. Kane stayed for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall steadily. She always woke up during the night, always needing reassurance before sleeping again. He would return later.
For now, he had a few things to handle.
He stepped out of the pink mansion and closed the door quietly behind him. That side of the house was calm, untouched by the violence that existed elsewhere. There were no guards stationed there, no reminders of the world Kane ruled.
“Boss,” his right hand called out.
Kane stopped and turned slightly.
“We’ve gotten a hold on Kate,” the man said. “She was the one who dropped off the mutate. We know where she lives.”
“Let her be,” Kane replied calmly.
The man hesitated. “Sir?”
Kane turned fully this time, his expression unreadable. “I told you earlier, and I wasn’t joking. She’s Savy’s sister. She will lead us to him eventually.”
The man studied him carefully. Kane was the most strategic person he's ever known.
“She doesn’t even know his hideout,” Kane continued. “Not yet. Let her be.”
He started to walk away.
“As for the mutate,” the man added quickly.
“She’s still tied up. She’s very weak, sir. Extremely weak.”
“Tell Nanny to take her and clean her up,” Kane said without stopping. “I’ll need her by ten p.m.”
SAMANTHA’S POV
I was still tied up in the dark. Then the door opened.
For a second, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.
Someone rushed in.
“My child… my child…”
Nanny??
She ran toward me, her hands shaking as she reached for my face and wrists. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at me.
“I’m okay, Nanny,” I tried to say.
The words came out weak.
I wasn’t okay but I wasn’t the girl she had cleaned and fed a week ago. I had gone through too much since then. Too many layers of pain. Compared to standing on broken glass for hours, compared to being sexed on the dining and raped, this felt different.
But one thing was clear.
I hated my life.
I hated Kane. I hated everyone.
Being here didn’t break me. It made me want revenge more and more.
“You’re not okay,” Nanny cried. “Come, let me take you.”
Before she could touch the ropes, the door opened again.
I turned slowly as the person walked in.
My terror, my tormentor.
The most terrible person on earth.
Whatever emotions I once had for him vanished completely. Hatred filled every space inside me.
“I want to take her, Nanny,” he said calmly.
“No ... .no” I whispered. “I don’t want to go with you.”
Pain laced my voice, but I meant every word.
“Please…”
“Move, Nanny,” he cut in sharply.
She froze for a moment, then stepped back reluctantly.
Kane came closer.
He started untying the ropes. I stayed still, forcing my body not to shake. I had practiced this in my head. I had to be strong. It wasn’t time for my body to betray me yet.
The ropes fell away.
Before I could collapse, he lifted me into his arms.
My greatest shock!!!
I stared at him, anger burning through my exhaustion. I knew this wasn’t kindness but was a form of punishment in a way. I stilled as he carried me across the room living Nanny in a state of shock.