Chapter 6 : DemitierAfter a few days, Adrian finally comes to see me. Making sure I haven't planned an escape or just for some random reason, I have no idea. Maybe both.
I don't feel great and could do with a new pair of cloths and a shower.
« Are you going to kill me ? » I don't whisper or beg him not to.
I've grown numb, I don't really care.
I just want to sleep and sleep some more.
He shakes his head no. Well, that's one good thing I've heard so far.
« Are the cops
God, what's taking so long...
I am exhausted, « Can I take a bath ? »
He nods and the young lady walks in carrying a towel, mini soaps and thank you Jesus, a pair of jeans, a shirt, underwear and bra.
I could just kiss- no, I couldn't.
The steaming hot water feels so good, each muscle and joint untightened. I could just melt.
After washing (twice) I get out and get dressed. The fresh cloths felt good on my clean skin. I looked in the full length mirror.
My brown eyes don't shine anymore, like they used to, my hair is in a urgent need of a cut and my skin looks way pale.
As I walk back with the women, I start brainstorming. I haven't tried anything to get away.
She must know he's a kidnapper. I think as she accompanies me back.
Why does she work for him, a favor or maybe she is paid, an accomplice.
« What's your name ? » I asked.
She looks at me, I nod encouragingly.
« Demitier. »
What kind of a name is that. « That's nice, » I lied smoothly, « Tell me Demitier, where are we ? »
She's worried, he must have forbad her of saying.
« Leah, I like you, and I don't want Adrian to hurt you but I can't tell. » The girl actually looked genuinely sad.
I act out of impulse, because I swear, I have never been the aggressive type. I just need to know.
I grab her by the neck and slam her into the wall, with much more force then necessary. I didn't even know I had it in me.
« Please. » deciding I should stay polite.
« We're in Canada. » She whimpers, slowly turning blue.
What ? No, I don't think so.
I live in Florida. Not up in no-mans-land.
I let Demitier go, falling to the ground.
« You won't tell Adrian about our little discussion, OK ? » I warn.
But when we get back, he's not there.