TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 80: Chapter 80

: ESCAPE!
FREYA'S POV:
I wait just after the emptied bowl for the most recent meal is taken away.
Immediately after the guard on duty leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and it buzzes, clicking shut.
I wait a few more seconds before I pull out the fork under my sheet.
At some point, I figured out they gave utensils randomly. You could be given a spoon or fork with your oat porridge, irrespective of if it got the job done or not.
I had waited patiently till I had gotten a fork with sturdy edges and for all my bruises to heal to a considerable amount, where they don't hurt much- all to execute my plan.
Once I'm sure he's gone, I quickly begin putting things into action.
First off, pushing my bed frame till it's just under the vent, high up on the wall.
I stop where I need to, grabbing the chair and settling it on the bed. I had to do this all before the guard returns, and hears suspicious movement
Once I'm sure that it's somewhat carefully balanced, I begin climbing to freedom. At the top, I squeeze the edges of my fork into the bolts, and begin unscrewing quickly.
My hands shake, but I persevere.
Once all bolts are out, I pull the cover out and jump up, attempting to slide into that little hole that just barely fits my entire body size.
Being slender saves my life this night, I guess.
Just as I'm off my feet, the chair tilts backwards and crashes onto the floor with a very loud thud. It's echo further emphasizes it's sound.
Holy fuck.
I immediately know I have limited time to escape because the guards would be checking soon.
I climb into the tight space which is just wide enough for me to crawl through it.
Then, I move fast.
It's dusty and crusty, and I feel something brushing against my toes. If the situation had been different, I'd be screaming right now but I bite on my lower lip to hold myself.
Then again, if it had been different, I wouldn't willingly crawl into vents.
I literally drag myself through the small space for minutes till I hear yelling from below and shuffling feet. They've probably figured out that I'm missing now.
Shit.
I move fast with one hand, blocking my nose from the dust with the other. I stop at a junction with two alternating paths in front of me.
Left or fucking right.
It's harder to pick a choice knowing your life sort of depends on it, but I take the chance and turn right.
The yelling grows more distant as I drag myself further and further away, and my pulsing heart finally begins to calm.
I'm sure I'm a good distance from the clamoring guards, and for the first time in days, I'm hopeful.
Hopeful that I'm almost there. I'm almost free. I just have to endure just a bit more, and crawl to wherever the end of this vent may lead to.
Then source for light or the sound of nature, depending on the time of day.
I drag myself forward again, and the metal compartment around me falls apart.
Just as the vent breaks, I bite onto my lip hard enough to hold back the terrified shriek as I plummet to the hard floors, landing on my side.
The pain hits me hard, and I crawl into a ball, wincing slightly with my hushed sobs.
Motherfucker!
It throbs too painfully to hold. I've definitely broken a few more things for sure, but there's no time to wallow in pain.
I force myself to get up and on my feet, or one of them.
I've landed in a hallway in the maze like prison. White walls and floors, and bright lights gleam.
I stick out like a sore thumb in my dirty clothes and unkempt hair, and I need to hide or get out before I'm seen, so I begin limping forward.
I silently pray to the moon goddess that whatever direction I'm hopping off to has an exit somehow. 'You can do it, Freya. A bit more'. I murmur to myself.
Only a fucking bit more.
"There she is!"
A voice yells out from behind me. I swerve round to find a guard point to me with a menacing gaze and fire burning in his eyes.
Shit.
I look forward again, searching desperately, and find a garbage shutte up ahead, open and wide enough for me to slide down to wherever the end may lead me to.
I make a run for it.
Disregarding every ache and pain weighing down on my body, I push myself further just as the footsteps grow closer.
"Please, move faster." I beg my tired legs.
Shit, shit.
I reach the shuttle, barely sliding in when a strong force roughly pulls me back, shattering my hopes into a billion pieces in an instant.
I struggle against his hold before the blow to my head hits me first, and the sounds around me fade into muffling with a very distinct high pitched ringing in my ears.
I scream. At least, I think I scream. My mouth is open, and my throat hurts but I hear nothing - only ringing.
All I can think is if this is the end right here, right now. If I would make it pass this one single attempt to get my freedom back.
I struggle regardless.
If I could only just break free, I could go in. Just a little bit more.
My muscles fail me; my weak omega muscles I have been cursed with fail me, just like my very existence continues to, from the very day of my birth.
A failure.
Another blow crashes into my gut, collapsing whatever structure that just barely held all my guts together.
Another kick to my back, destroying my chances of sitting up for a while.
I wheeze and cough, barely catching the thick red liquid splatting out my lips, then follows the strong metallic taste in my mouth.
"Please..." I say just as my hearing slowly returns.
More footsteps rush to us, and stand round my bruised body.
"Please..." I beg again for mercy.
I hope they only take me back to my cell; I wouldn't dare to escape again. I wouldn't even dare to hope.
Tears fill my eyes and blur my vision just as my body suddenly begins to relax.
The first whip strikes my body only then, and I scream out, jerking again. This time, I hear my scream.
It sounds guttural and desperate, in intense agony.
It's a sound I had never thought I could make in all my life. The second and third follow shortly, the fourth and fifth wasting no time either. Every whip leaving behind searing skin, that enough lets me know it's laced with silver.
The whips are relentless while I thrash and convulse, and as I try to crawl my pathetic form away, I'm immediately dragged back into their center for a continuation.
Silas!
All I can think of is Silas as my consciousness fades and my body stops fighting against the pain, accepting my fate.
Sweet Silas.
I had never thought of him sweet, or I had never admitted that I did infact think of him as my sweet
Silas.
His kisses, sweet like honey, and his hold around me, firm and loving. His smile, his laughter, my weakness and guilty pleasure.
I would give anything to see them one last time, to have them only focused on me.
The last strike of the whip hits, my body is too limp to do anything but lie there helplessly.
I guess my life flashes before my eyes because all I can see are sweet memories of Silas and Xena. Adam as well being goofy... even grumpy Lucas.
A life I had never thought I would have, or deserved. A life
I would never taste again.
One last exhale leaves my lips before this poor omega drifts into the darkness.