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I can’t let this go on much longer. I have no idea how far Warner wants to push things, but I can’t keep encouraging his insanity.
I need him to lean in just an inch more-
“Mhh!” I squirm.
Warner squeezed my thigh exactly on my scratches.
He pulls away from me looking confused and alarmed.
“What’s the matter?” He removed his hand from my thigh.
“Nothing, just a few scratches.” I was so close.
I barely manage to speak.
“Forget about it.” I shift a little in his hands. “Let's just go back to what we were doing.” I lean in closer to him and reach into his jacket once again.
But before I do anything he sets me down.
I can’t reach his gun anymore.
“Why do you have scratches on you?” Warner is removing his jacket now. He sounds confused. This is bad, I can’t afford this to go on for longer.
“I-I accidentally scratched myself while climbing a fence yesterday.” He sets his jacket down gently behind him. The gun is still in his jacket.
“Do they hurt?” He is coming towards me. So that I am caged in in his arms. I really can’t afford this to go on for longer.
“No.” I touch his chest and push him back lightly.
He understands and lays back on his jacket while I shift so that I am the one looking down at him this time.
Warner has that boyish gleam in his eyes again. Like he can barely contain his excitement.
A disgusted shiver goes through me.
But it seems that this time Warner doesn't misread it.
“What’s wrong?” He sounds alarmed.
“Nothing. This is just new.” I don't think he believes me. Not entirely at least.
“We can stop.” He leans up with one of his hands. The other one goes in my hair.
“This is completely new to you.” He is twirling a piece of my hair in his hand. I almost flinch.
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” The gentleness in his tone surprises me.
“I am not uncomfortable.” He stops playing with my hair and is looking into my eyes now “Just… new.” I look away.
“Oh.” The amusement in his voice is impossible to miss.
He pats my cheek with the hand that was just playing with my hair.
“Don’t worry I’ll help you.” I am more scared now than I was just a few moments ago but I make sure not to show it.
He grabs my face with both of his hands and kisses me once again.
This has gone on for too long.
He is still kissing me while he removes his hands away from my face and reaches for my waist.
He is still kissing me when he lifts me and turns me around.
But he finally pulls away when he sets me down on his coat.
He is on top of me face-to-face I am caged in in his arms. But I finally get to take a breath.
I am in the perfect position to grab his gun.
“You are just lovely.” Warner leans down and kisses me on the cheek very gently. He is full of surprises today. But like him, his surprises are like getting dumped in a pool of cold water in freezing weather.
He starts to slowly kiss down my body. Along with my clothes.
It doesn't take me long to locate the gun with my hand.
But before I reach into the pocket to get it Warner grabs my hand.
My whole body freezes in an instant like I’ve turned into an ice statue just milliseconds ago.
“I forgot about that.” He lets go of my hand and grabs the gun.
He gently slides the gun away from us.
It is out of my reach.
Warner goes back to kissing me.
The gun is completely out of my reach.
There is nothing to do anymore.
I have lost.
How am I supposed to escape? How am I supposed to save Adam?
I feel Warner lift my shirt just enough that he has access to my belly.
I squirm away from him when he kisses me.
I am sitting upright on my hands now. I am not able to hide how terrified I am anymore.
Warner seems taken aback.
“Love? We really don't have to do this unless you want to.” He almost looks scared himself.
“Right, right.” My voice shakes and the fear hasn’t left my face.
Warner stands up, grabs his jacket off the floor, dusts it off, kneels, and wraps it around me.
The look of concern doesn't leave his face.
“It’s alright. It’s alright. Let's just go back to the base for today.” He stands up and offers me his hand.
After a few moments, I take his hand and stand up.
Warner grabs his gun back up from the floor and puts it in his back pocket.
I am holding his right hand and the gun is in his left pants pocket.
I wouldn't be able to grab it properly.
When we get outside after a few steps I stop in my tracks.
I can’t stop looking at the blood on the ground where Adam was shot.
Warner notices what I am looking at.
“Juliette, come on.”
He tugs on my hand lightly.
“Where is he?” The worry in my voice is very clear.
“Juliette, he is not someone you should be worried about.” His voice is still gentle and tender.
But it just worries me more.
“No!”
I break away from him.
“He is my friend I can’t just leave him.
I won’t
Tears are forming in my eyes and my voice breaks.
“Please.”
Warner sighs.
“Okay, alright.” His voice is still tender.
“Come here.” He hugs me while running his hand along my back soothingly.
“Don’t worry, please.”
I wrap my hands around his back, still playing the role.
“Come on.”
He grabs my hand again and leads me towards an old building, there is blood on the ground.
When we are right in front of the building Warner bangs on its metal door.
After a few moments, he knocks again.
A soldier opens the door a few more moments later.
He gets out of our way puts his fist on his heart and bows his head in respect.
Warner “Come with us, soldier.”
“Yes, sir.”
Warner takes us further into the building then takes a turn and that's when I see him.
Adam.
I gasp and bring my hand to my mouth vomit threatening to come out along with my whole stomach.
He is hanging from his bound wrists he is shirtless, bruised, and bloodied. His left leg is covered in blood even though it is wrapped in a tourniquet. His whole body has been hanging from his wrists this whole time I am surprised he hasn’t dislocated it.
He is hanging from a metal rod attached to a conveyor belt. This isn’t just a factory it is a slaughterhouse.
“Get him down, carefully.”
Adam turns his head towards us at Warner's voice with a sudden burst of energy.
“Juliette?” He manages to wheeze out, before coughing.
The soldier takes one of the boxes from the corner of the room.
He gets on top of it and tries to untie Adams's wrists but he is unsuccessful.
“Get down from there,” Warner commands the soldier.
“Make sure he doesn't fall.” The soldier nods.
Warner gets on the box himself, takes out a knife from his left boot, and cuts Adam down himself.
The soldier prevents him from falling and sets him down on the floor.
“Adam.” I rush to his side.
His face is alright, nothing but a few scratches.
“What’s happening?” He coughs and wheezes some more.
“Much to my dismay, nothing that you need to worry about.” Warner is standing behind me now.
“You are going to be alright, you're going to be alright. I promise. I promise.” I wrap my arms around him.