Chapter Eighty-two
Claire couldn't tell how long she spent in the dark room with the single bulb hanging over her head. It was scary and cold and she was uncomfortable being strapped down in this manner, her hands and legs going numb.
She had to keep her eyes shut in a bid to keep her sanity so that she didn't burst into tears. After, the longest time, she heard the door open again, making her raise her head.
She hadn't let herself fall asleep, not knowing what would happen if she fell asleep gave her the courage to stay awake through the endless minutes filled with eerie silence.
She lifted her head in relief which quickly soured to unease when she saw who had come to get her. It was the huge burly werewolf who seemed to have murderous intent towards her.
She flinched when he drew closer to her and started undoing the straps around her wrists which kept her hands pinned down to the arms of the table. Claire wondered if she could take advantage of the split second when her legs were released to attack the werewolf and make a run for it.
It wouldn't be an easy task though, he was simply too big. She wouldn't be able to produce enough force to even hurt it much less stun him long enough for her to make her getaway.
The last thing she wanted to do was enrage him, she had no idea what he would do to her if she made him angry, and Claire wasn't sure she wanted to find out. But she couldn't just sit docilely, especially when she knew that Lukas wouldn't be coming for her.
So she held her breath and tensed up her muscles when the werewolf went down to the undo the straps around her ankles. Again, Claire found herself wondering just how he was able to see when it was so dim, it seemed unfair that her kidnappers should have such good eyesights.
She planned to kick his teeth in the moment her legs were released, she had no idea what she would do after that. She didn't know what the layout of the place she was being kept in looked like, she doubted there were even any windows in this room and running out the open door would be like hurrying up to her death.
But she just didn't know when to give up.
As soon as the final strap was undone, Claire's plans were shattered when she felt the icy cold barrel of a gun press up against the side of her head. It would seem that the werewolf had predicted her plans before she could even carry them out.
Claire shivered involuntarily, stiffening her body as her breath caught in her throat.
"I don't know what makes you so special to Roman and I don't care." The burly werewolf said in a cold and cruel voice, pressing the gun against her head so hard that she was sure that she would get bruises. "If you move funny, I'll shoot first and ask questions later."
Claire gulped painfully, her eyes fixed on the dark shadow of the huge man that had a dangerous weapon pointed straight at her. She didn't doubt for once that he would follow through with his threat so she became obedient.
"Get up." He ordered shortly, his gun never leaving Claire’s head.
Claire slowly rose to her feet, only to lose her balance and fall back down. She hadn't taken into consideration how wobbly her legs were, fear had made her knees too weak to hold up her weight.
The werewolf didn't give her anytime to recover, pulling her roughly to her feet. Claire still wore her strappy heels which meant that walking was doubly harder.
Her feet were sore and her choker was digging into the soft skin of her neck, she wished she would be allowed to take it off but she didn't want to move funny and risk getting shot.
She was led out of the dim room in the direction of what she guessed was the door. Though she could barely see in front of her and nearly tripped a handful of times, the werewolf nudging her forward didn't seem to have this problem.
When they finally stepped out the door, Claire had to blink hard for her eyes to adjust to the light change. The door of the room she had been in led to a flight of stairs that seemed to go up.
She had been locked up in the basement of some place and was currently going up the stairs that led out of the claustrophobic space. The room that they came out to was even brighter, it looked like a living room of sorts, although it had sparse furniture and there was no one in it.
The werewolf leading her kept nudging her until she went past the empty living room. She was half pushed with the barrel of a gun down a hallway and through another room, this one was a painfully bare kitchen.
There was no way anyone lived in that house, it was too devoid of life. Which meant that it was probably a base of operations or something similar.
They finally left the house and only then did Claire see other people. There were other black clad werewolves standing around unsettlingly familiar black cars. It was the same group of people that had attacked her on her way to the dinner party.
At first, Claire had thought that her kidnapping had something to do with Lady Vaschell’s dinner party. That perhaps Alina Costin had arranged for her to be taken but after meeting Roman, her suspicions were cleared.
She was shoved roughly into a car for the second time that night. Claire wasn't sure how much time had passed, it was still dark so she didn't think that a long time had passed already.
She couldn't have been left down in the basement for a full day right? If she were she would have been really hungry right then so it had to still be the same night.
They planned to move her to a different location. Claire's heart thumped in her chest, she didn't know what this meant for her. Ever since their first encounter at the dark basement room, Claire hadn't seen Roman again, she couldn't tell if that was good or bad.
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