She shakes her head and lifts her gaze to mine.
“That’s from the human heart I had to eat. It was raw and bloody.”
I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me.
“Don’t you dare judge me, Raven. You don’t know. I would’ve eaten Marie, but she’s my friend.”
I wonder momentarily who the fuck Marie is, but don’t bother asking.
Reaching my hand up to touch her face, she flinches, so I retract my hand.
“Do you have clothes, Bianca? I’m going to take care of him, and then we’re leaving.”
She puts her pudding on the bed, and covers her chest with a shocked expression on her face, as if she’s just figuring out that she’s naked.
“In my other cell. This isn’t my room.”
I glance around the room quickly, taking in the dead bodies hanging from the ceiling, and am grateful this isn’t where she’s spent all her time.
“We’ll go to that cell so we can get your clothes. This one fucking stinks like dead meat.”
Rising from the bed, I walk over to Heather and instruct her.
“Put the fucking taser away, you goddamn heathen. Help Bianca. Stay with her, while I drag this asshole to her other cell.”
Raven rifles around in Dr. Martin’s pants pockets, and looks like a little boy that has found his favorite toy, when he spots his stolen scalpel.
Placing it in his pocket, he winks at me with a slight smile.
“Let’s go. Lead the way, Lunatic.”
I shake my head at him, but he has to know I’m not crazy. Although, I can admit that I’m certainlyless sanethan I was before I got here.
Heather wraps her arm around my waist, as we walk down the hallway to the other room. My legs are still shaky, and throbbing with pain, so I’m not sure I could make it on my own.
“What the hell did he do to you?” She asks, as we approach my room.
“You don’t want to know, but my inability to walk normally is not only from the drugs.”
Heather stops momentarily and flashes me a sad look.
“He knocked you out again.”
I move my legs as quickly as I can without responding, and grab Marie before someone squishes her. She sits in the palm of my hand as Heather watches me curiously.
“He gave me something so I was awake the entire time, but I couldn’t move. Or talk.”
We both move out of the way, as Raven pulls Dr. Martin by his arms into the room. He appears to be unconscious, but I don’t understand how, unless the taser knocked him out. He drops him, not appearing concerned when his head hits the floor. Grabbing the wooden chair, he scoots it to the middle of the room. Opening up Dr. Martin’s black bag, he searches through it, and grabs zip ties.
Heather and I watch Raven move the unconscious body from the floor to the chair, before restraining his arms behind the chair, and his feet to the front legs. After he finishes, he turns to me and his eyes darken a shade, before he rushes over to me. Placing his hands on my face, he cups my cheeks before lowering his head, and his lips collide with mine. He kisses me quickly, but aggressively, seeming to ignore that I’m probably covered in blood, and Dr. Martin’s cum. Pulling back, he grins at me, and I reach up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“I missed you. Get dressed. I’m going to wake him up, and he doesn’t get to look at your body ever again. When I’m done, I’ll ask why you’re holding a fucking cockroach.”
I place Marie on my bed, grab my clothes, and get dressed.
My mind is all over the place. Did Raven save me? Or was it Heather, and he happened to be here? He hasn’t been kind to me either. Maybe Raven isn’t as bad as Dr. Martin, but he’s still not a hero. I turn around to find him staring at me.
“Am I staying here after, or going back to my original room? I just need to know.”
