A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read and sticking with the story. Next update will be tomorrow
Liz waited until Bradley had been gone a few minutes, his footsteps echoing away from the room where she was being held.
Thank goodness that the guard hadn't come back in.
Testing her limbs, she could move her head and her arms. Kind of. She could feel them, but fine motor control was difficult.
In theory, if she could get her adrenaline flowing, her heart pumping faster would cause the medication to wear off faster, but she was no doctor. For all she knew she was scaring the shit out of herself for no reason.
She had calmed herself earlier, now she needed to draw on that fear.
Everything that had happened to her, being taken away from Raymond, waking up to a man intent on raping her, being in the hands of a man that has repeatedly tortured and later killed dozens of women.
Her breath quickened. Her pulse raced. She tried moving with everything that she had.
She was on a narrow metal table. Too high up to be a cot.
She had no idea how much time had passed. She was making progress but it was too slow.
She no longer had to think very hard to be terrified.
She could move her head and arms, but her legs were still a no-show.
She tried propping herself up into a sitting position, but ended up flopping on to the ground in her efforts.
She couldn't hold back her cry as she fell. She immediately slapped her hand over her mouth to hold in her screams.
Damn. The pain was intense. At least now she knew she had feeling, but was just paralyzed somehow.
Laying in an awkward heap on the floor, she just stayed there.
She needed to figure something out, one of her captors had to have heard her fall.
Looking around, the table she was on contained built-in cabinets and drawers. She couldn't really move to see in them, but she opened one slightly and ran her hand along the inside.
It was full of tools of some kind. Yes!
She felt around and lifted various object into her line of sight, finally settling on a scalpel for one hand and a small metal hammer of some kind in the other.
She tucked her arms close to her body to conceal the weapons and waited.
Red was certain he was going insane. He still couldn't communicate with Lizzie and he was mad with rage and fear for her. They were almost to the warehouse.
His people had all reported back from their respective locations. Lizzie was nowhere to be found. If the warehouse turned out to be a dead end, they would be back at square one.
That was unacceptable. She absolutely had to be there.
He felt twinges of fear, but after that first jolt of pain, he had yet to feel anything substantial through their connection.
It was extremely disconcerting. To be so completely part of something and then have that half of you ripped away was traumatic, even after being involved with her for so little time.
When Dembe pulled up to the warehouse, he knew they were in the right spot. The van that had taken Lizzie was right there, sticking out of the far side of the building.
"Pull around, Dembe. We don't want to tip them off too soon. There has to be another entrance."
They pulled around back, and sure enough, there was a back entrance, but there was also another vehicle.
They'd have to take their chances on an assumption, because the closer they got to the warehouse, the stronger he could feel Lizzie. She was terrified.
"Dembe, we have to move, now."
Lizzie, sweetheart, we are coming for you right now. I don't know if you can hear me, but please hold on, tell me about the room where you are being held.
He could still feel her fear, was almost breathless with his own, but no thoughts broke through the void.
As Dembe broke through the door, Red stumbled against the frame of the door as a pain so intense he could barely stay conscious swept over him.
Everyone in this building just had their death warrants signed.
Gun drawn, Red pushed himself away from the frame and rasped out "Kill everyone."
Liz started as her door smashed against the wall.
"Oh baby girl, looks like you got yourself into a little bit of a predicament."
Damn, smelly pervert. She tried once again to move her legs, but she just couldn't.
She clenched her eyes shut, tears running into her hair.
He leaned over her body, one arm on either side of her torso.
She could feel his breath on her face as she struggled to stay calm.
She swallowed bile as he licked her cheek, then she struck.
She brought her left hand up and stabbed him in the neck with the scalpel while her right arm swung out and up to hit him in the head with the hammer.
One of her hits must have been a direct hit. She had to turn her head as blood spilled all over her.
He collapsed on top of her, crushing her with his weight. He wasn't moving, the only sounds the gurgling gushing of his blood as it flowed from his body.
She struggled to move him off of her, but stopped as she heard shouting and gunfire in the building.
He was here. She felt for him, but was too foggy to be able to be able to pinpoint any feelings of his.
Hopefully it was Red, but whoever is here, if they were Swiss-cheesing Bradley and friends, then they were ok with her.
She tried to twist and turn from underneath smelly man, but she just didn't have the motor control yet.
So she waited eyes closed, screaming for Red through her thoughts, hoping he could hear her.
Tbc…
Note: I know! No reunion yet. It will happen tomorrow. There just wasn't a good place to split the two chapters. Sorry!