“That’s fucking dark. Nothing less than she deserves though,” he says, sneering.
Indie is dark; they made her that way.
I played the part in corroding her innocence behind closed doors, and if she wants to truly walk on this path of darkness with me?
This is certainly one way to earn the fucking ticket.
I adore my angel of destruction, and if she wants the entire world to burn, I’ll make sure it’s saturated for her.
6
Indie
if today was your last day - nickelback
It’sbeenoveraweek since Jenna was rescued. Regina and I stayed up most of the night after Dr Beverley told us to write that letter.
We scoured through every memory we had, wondering which ones were the best to pick, which ones she would remember, make her smile.
There were tears, laughter, but most of all, pain.
The doctor has said there’s been a reduction in her acute symptoms of withdrawal. It’s not that Jenna wants them, she was unwillingly force fed them, but her body has been conditioned to rely on them. Apparently, she told the doctor she was only given them for six months, that she was part of some test group.
The only blessing is that the substances seem to have been non addictive. So far, anyway; who knows how that would have progressed under Omnia.
We’ve handed our letters over, and hopefully today the doctor will give her them.
The thought of what our best friend went through at their hands forces bile to rise in my stomach. There’s so many questions I want to ask her, but we’ve been advised to refrain from them for the time being, not until Jenna’s ready to talk about them.
Or even see us, which we haven’t asked for just yet, more to give her time.
There’s a deep, aching throb in my chest at how we couldn’t save her from what she’s gone through, had we just stayed with her that day. Maybe she wouldn’t have been taken.
In reality, they could have taken all three of us. They were going to ensure we stayed silent by any means necessary.
That also means they have a weakness, and they aren’t as powerful as they hope they are. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have made out she’d died to scare us into silence.
Opening the door to Saint’s office, I pause just beyond the threshold, letting the door glide closed behind me. The light from the hallway fades from the darkness of the room as it creeps away; not even the screens along the back wall are on.
I go to take a step backwards to flick the light on, but I’m met with resistance, more so bumping into a wall of muscle.
Thick arms band around me, and my neck prickles as his breath slides over my skin like silk. “You need to work on that reaction time, darling,” he all but purrs in my ear.
The coating in my throat thickens as I swallow, arching into him. “I knew it was you.”
His dark chuckle raises the hairs along my neck, and then his lips soothe them into submission. Feverish kisses are painted along my neck, making my knees buckle at the sensation.
“Never assume. Not even here,” he growls, unbanding his arms for me as his thundering footsteps stretch across the room.
There’s a click of a button, and the once slumbering screens shudder back to life, showing the CCTV around the Pit.
I cross my arms over my chest as I fight for my composure. “I doubt anyone who works for you is suicidal enough to put their hands on me, Saint.”
His eyes scorch as they glare at me, taking a seat behind his desk. “Correct. However, until the Omnia crumbles, I’ll forgive you if you try to kneecap me.”
I bark a laugh, shaking my head, “I’ll keep that in mind for when I want you dropping to your knees.”
Saint’s smirk is outright hellish, relighting the fire inside me. “Never need to use force for that, darling. Always willing to entertain the command.”
