Counting the seconds, p.11
Counting the Seconds, page 11
She slowly let out her breath, making sure to not make any sound in the process. She was about to sigh out of temporarily relief before she heard the sentence that made her blood run cold.
"I've found her. She's underneath the stairs. I can see her."
She screamed as her eyes locked on to another pair of eyes staring intently at her.
-—
He watched her get dragged out by his men and grumbled out of annoyance. The fact that she had tried to escape from him irked him so much, he had half the mind to kill her on the spot and feed her to his pets. But he wasn't going to do that. She was far too important. Far too knowledgeable. He nodded for his men to take her back to where she had escaped from. She was never going to see the outside world, that much he had sworn to himself.
Flicking his nose, he commanded one of his men to secure the fire escape once more. it had been a good plan though he questioned the relevancy the day it was suggested. And now that he had reaped the rewards, he had to pay off the bet he had taken on it. He grimaced and walked back inside, making his way up the stairs in a slow and deliberate fashion. The building reeked of dirt and the stench of unwashed humans and he didn't understand why he was stuck there.
You know why. Damn bastards, he chastised himself.
He was going all the way to the uppermost floor to report back on the events that had occurred. He wasn't pleased with having to report back to him, but he had no choice. Even now, he could feel his mind searching for him and he hastened his steps a bit. He didn't want to be disciplined. The last time that had happened, he hadn't been able to eat for a month. It damn near killed him in the process. He snarled and began to jog up the stairs.
You're wasting my time. A foreign thought dominated his mind and he winced.
I'm sorry, sir. On my way, he thought back hurriedly.
He could still hear her shouting and fighting one of his men on his way up. It made him chuckle. She really did have some spark in her. He wished his master would let him have her though. She was a liability and he strongly believed she had outlived her usefulness to them. It was about time she died. And it would be for a good cause too. That made him grin.
He got to the top floor and walked through a set of double doors into a reception like area. He watched as she got dragged to the left of him, down a long corridor, after which she was thrown into a room. he turned right and sped down the corridor till he reached the end. The corridor curved left to another set of large glass doors that opened automatically when he drew near. The room was large and circular, though designed similar to that of an operating theatre.
His gaze fixed on the man in the middle of the room, wearing only a pair of black tight trousers. The man stood on his tiptoes with his eyes closed, holding a knife in his hand. There was a human tied and gagged, laying on a table in front of the man. Even from here, he could hear the human whine, sobbing quietly for mercy. He simply shook his head and stood to the side of the door.
You made it in time for the ceremony, his master said to him mentally.
Yes sir, he replied solemnly.
Good. Let us begin.
I Ogunbase, Counting the Seconds
