Chapter 40 040
Danica's POV
The cold feeling of freezing cold water emptied over my body snapped me back to consciousness, leaving me gasping and shivering as the water soaked my clothes to the last piece.
It didn't take long to realize that I got kidnapped. By whoever it was that I felt was watching me.
My hands were bound tightly behind my back and my legs, also bound like a wild animal that must be tamed. I could fight back. My struggles felt like a joke, even to me, I couldn't help but wonder just how much my kidnappers were laughing to themselves.
Convenience was far from me in this position but none of them spared me a glance. They just did their thing. It was almost as if they were waiting for someone. And somewhere in my gut, I knew damn well who that someone was even before she walked towards me in all her glory and fury, with a baseball bat in hand.
She wasn't going to use that on me, would she?
She definitely wasn't, right?
I was suddenly hyper aware of every change in my body down to how fast I was breathing, the pulse in my wrist and even how dry my lungs were.
When she got in front of me, she didn't waste a heartbeat before bending to my level, balancing half her weight on the tip of the bat.
"This wasn't your first time doing that, was it? You know killing people in the guise of trying to make them feel better" she asked and I blinked at her, wondering how far she was going to go in making things up in her head.
"What?!" My exclamation of shock came out as a pathetic, hoarse whisper.
"Why does your next target have to be my mate? Why?!!! Did someone put you up to this? Tell me!! Who put you up to this? If you tell me who it was right now, I might just let you go. Then it wouldn't be your fault that he died. Who told you to kill my mate?!!" She yelled all at once, making my head pound furiously as my body trembled in the cold ground.
"I didn't..." The first contact of the bat with my back cut my words short, as a broken scream tore through my lungs.
"Looks like you were trained meticulously to lie through every word that comes from your mouth" she added curtly, raking her fingers through her dirty brown locks.
"I never tried to hurt your mate.... And all I did was follow orders..." Another hit that sent me lying face flat on the ground collided with my back and I could swear I heard a crack. Of. My. Bones.
I tried to pull out my hands from the binds but it was an extremely impossible feat. The binds painfully dug into my frail waist with every try until I physically gave up, trying not to hurt my hands since it was the most important part of my entire existence.
But fate has other plans. Cruel plans.
The woman squatted in front of my face, grinning at how pained I looked, clearly enjoying seeing the 'enemy' in pain.
But I wasn't her enemy. I wanted her mate's survival just as much as she does. Or maybe even more. This would be more than losing just one patient to me... It meant so much more, but she didn't know that. No one did.
The edge of the bat came down on my hands, hard, pressing down as she stood back up on her full height. I screamed, squirmed, cried but she didn't care. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly the kind of pain she wanted me to feel and News flash? She was killing it.
A doctor hurting her hand? What pain could be worse?
When she finally released the bat, I thought it was over until she suddenly replaced the bat with her leg, clad in spooky boots, meant for destruction.
Pain shot through my veins, rendering my entire body limp... And completely at her mercy.
"Please... Please, don't do this" I pleaded but she laughed. Actually laughed at someone's pain. And at this point I wondered, does this make her feel better? Hurting someone else because she's feeling hurt?
Was it really the right thing to do?
"How does it feel? Feeling the most precious thing you have slip out of your hold while being completely helpless? Unable to do a thing? How does it feel?" She asked, the pressure of her foot increasing by each passing minute and she didn't let up until I felt a crack.
When she finally let go, I couldn't feel my hands, especially the one that came in contact with her shoe the most. My right hand. The most active of the pair.
"Now I'm going to see how you're going to kill more people with those hands of yours, Omega. I mean, it's not like you'll live one more day the moment my Tyler is confirmed dead. But I'll ask you one more time, Omega. Who is the mastermind behind this act of treachery?" She muttered, eyes blazing and I swallowed, tempted to just give a name. Any name. But knowing her, she was never going to believe a word that escaped my lips.
"I only did one harmless surgery with pure intentions, ma'am. I never once tried to hurt..." That again was interrupted with another clean hard swipe of the bat against my back and arms.
Then another hit followed, and another.
It felt unfair. My tears fell slowly, strutting down my cold, limp face as hit after hit collided with my much human back.
I have never hurt anyone in my entire life. Well, except being the cause of my mother's death.
I would never hurt anyone or anything within the medical field. At least never in a destructive manner.
But right now, the same me, Danica Grayson who would flinch at a rat getting killed is being tortured like a feral wolf for killing a patient I tried my hardest to save.
And the most painful part of this whole torture is that I might never get to see if my patient survived or not. I've never put half the effort I put into that surgery in anything else for as long as I could remember…and I would probably never even get to see the result of all that effort. I thought to myself as darkness crept into my vision.