I shivered as coldness seeped into my half-naked body. I placed my palm on the floor slowly. The concrete was freezing and there was no escape from it. I balled up my fist and slammed it against the heavy door, but it didn’t budge and Sobek didn’t answer me. The smell of dampness and mold filled my nostrils making me dizzy as I fought to draw in a breath. Every time I did, dust coated my mouth and shot up my nose, forcing me to choke.
“Fuck!”
I had warned my father about Sobek, or The Crocodile as everyone else called him. The moment he’d stepped into the office with his tailored suits and perfectly done blonde hair, I had goosebumps cover my flesh. For years, I have been my father’s right hand man. I’ve seen death, torture, blood, and atrocities no human should ever witness. Not once did I flinch. Until I met Sobek.
The only thing I could hear in the room was the pounding of my heart in my ears. It was almost deafening. Panic set in as I touched the bandages on my eyes. Not being able to see for the first time in my life? I couldn’t shake the terror that wrapped around my throat and squeezed.
Calm down. I have to think about what I’m going to do. There has to be some way out of here.
I sat quietly trying to go over what I knew while my head was still foggy and disoriented from the drugs I had been given. Something distracted me and I tensed. What had grabbed my attention? I stayed crouched on the ground trying to listen when I heard it again. There. Faint but frantic scratching. Sobek. He had to be on the other side of the door, torturing me.
“Let me out!” I yelled, the noise making my ears hurt. “My father’s going to murder you, Bek! Is that what you want? Huh!”
And he would. My father would take the man apart piece by little piece until he was unrecognizable. I would watch. Hell, I would join in. Sobek would scream for me and I would smile as he was torn apart the way he deserved. That motherfucker was going to pay.
I reached up and touched the bandages on my eyes again. What happened? My head was fuzzy and throbbed like I’d been hit with a hammer. I traced my fingers over the cloth and frowned. Why couldn’t I remember? I’d seen my father, that much I was certain of. And there had been pain, darkness, noises that I couldn’t quite place before I was swallowed up by sheer darkness.
The fog stopped me from thinking straight and the more I tried, the more my head pounded. Whatever was going on, I would eventually figure it out. For now I had to find out how to get the hell away from Sobek and whatever it was that he was planning. I touched my knees and felt a wet, sticky substance. Sobek had dragged me down the stairs. Blood. Sobek was dangerous.
But so was I.