The control I have in this moment is consuming.
I tilt my head slightly, studying her face as it softens, as everything in her finally gives out. Then, without any rush, I loosen my grip and let her drop just enough before catching her again, this time slinging her over my shoulder like a heap of meat.
She’s lighter than I expected.
Or maybe I’m just stronger than most.
Either way, it works.
I turn, already moving, boots echoing down the hallway as I carry her back the way she came.
There’s a faint smear of blood trailing behind us from her leg.
I notice it, but I don’t stop.
Once I reach the security room, I give the door a sharp kick, sending it slamming open as it thuds hard against the wall.
I noticehimright away, leaning back against the desk, his head tipped to the side as he lazily moves the flashlight in his hand, letting the beam drift back and forth in slow sweeps.
Garrett sits across the room, partially awake now.
Barely.
His head hangs forward, shoulders slumped while his body is tied tight to the chair.
His pants are back on, but that doesn’t change what’s missing.
I step inside a few feet and kick the door shut behind me before crossing the room.
I drop her into the chair opposite of him.
Her body slumps forward at first since she’s stillfully out, but I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her upright, forcing her head back into place.
I reach for the rope already laid out and tie her wrists to the chair first. I pull them firmly behind it, binding them tight enough that there’s no give, no chance of slipping free when she comes to.
Then I continue on to her ankles.
I crouch, dragging her legs into position. The one fucked up leg is still oozing blood, but seems to be slowing as old blood dries around it.
I tie them down just as tight, anchoring her to the chair.
Once I straighten, I take a step back to take it all in.
Garrett lifts his head slowly, eyes unfocused at first before landing on her.
A small amount of adrenaline jolts him fully awake as he finally notices that she’s in the room with him.
That she’s stillalive.
His body jerks against the restraints, a rough grunt sliding from him as he fights against the chair.
“V- Vicky.”
Iglance over at my partner, “That sedative you gave him doesn’t seem to be working that well.” My eyes shift to Garrett, before they drift over to her.
My head tilts slightly as I watch her take shaky, but steady, breaths in.
My gaze lingers on my weak Puppet as her head shifts, consciousness flickering in for a moment.
