The next morning, she gave no indication that she had spent the night
awake. Except for a slight headache, she told him she was fine. The same
thing happened for the next couple of days.
They left together early for the local med center where the convention was being held giving themselves time to stop and eat breakfast. Lifeline was amazed that all she would have for breakfast was a cup of hot tea. No solid food, no coffee.
As he had promised her earlier, he kept his hands off of her, although you could see in his eyes that he wanted to drag her into his arms and never let her go. He was worried about her. He had seen the dark circles under her eyes and the way she would start to doze off every few minutes. He knew that she hadn't been sleeping, and he resolves that if he had to drug her drink tonight, she would sleep.
Halfway through the second lecture of the third day, Vixen was bent over, taking notes, when suddenly it got very quiet. She looks up at Lifeline, who is dozing in his seat. She nudges him with her foot, as she looks around.
There are armed men stationed all around the room. Both Joes pale as they realize what is happening. They look at each other in horror as the terrorists begin to separate the convention members according to sex.
Vixen grabs his hand as one of the terrorists grabs her shoulder and shoves her to the other side of the room. He squeezes it in camaraderie during the split second that they have contact with each other.
The terrorists give each person a small blanket and pillow, indicating that they were to find themselves a spot and make a pallet for themselves. Vixen lucks out and manages to get a spot quite close to Lifeline. She leans over to him. "So much for us being the medics for the premier antiterrorist unit in the country, huh?" He looks over at her and smiles, knowing that the joke is her way of coping with the situation.
When one of the girls complains that she has to go to the bathroom, the terrorist leader, Alfonso, decides to make it a mandatory order for all the females.
Vixen is one of the last to use the facilities, and as she is coming out of the stall, something hits her from behind, hard. She stumbles, but doesn't go down. Whatever it was that hit her the first time does it again. She feels a sharp prick on her shoulder, and curses.
"Damn it! You hit the freaking vein! Son of a bitch," she growls as her head begins to throb and the darkness covers her in its comforting arms. She doesn't feel the men undressing her and carrying her naked body into the other room.
Lifeline steels himself for the worst as they begin to carry in the bodies of the women. He draws in his breath in anger as he sees a thin trail of blood on Vixen's arm. So they'd been drugged and not killed. That was good. Then again, maybe not. Since Vixen was the only one with a blood trail, she may have been the only one drugged or possibly poisoned.
"Listen up! We would be honored if you men would decide for yourselves which one of you will take which one of these women to bed. If you don't decide for yourselves, and my men are forced to do it, you will not like the consequences."
Lifeline wastes no time in making his decision known. "I want the scarred one. She'll warm my bed tonight. Anybody else got something to say about it?" No one argued with him or said a word. It was obvious that he would have defended her honor to the death if he had to.
He walked up to her and scooped her unconscious body into his arms and carried it back to his cot. He laid her down and covered her up, curling up next to her.
They left together early for the local med center where the convention was being held giving themselves time to stop and eat breakfast. Lifeline was amazed that all she would have for breakfast was a cup of hot tea. No solid food, no coffee.
As he had promised her earlier, he kept his hands off of her, although you could see in his eyes that he wanted to drag her into his arms and never let her go. He was worried about her. He had seen the dark circles under her eyes and the way she would start to doze off every few minutes. He knew that she hadn't been sleeping, and he resolves that if he had to drug her drink tonight, she would sleep.
Halfway through the second lecture of the third day, Vixen was bent over, taking notes, when suddenly it got very quiet. She looks up at Lifeline, who is dozing in his seat. She nudges him with her foot, as she looks around.
There are armed men stationed all around the room. Both Joes pale as they realize what is happening. They look at each other in horror as the terrorists begin to separate the convention members according to sex.
Vixen grabs his hand as one of the terrorists grabs her shoulder and shoves her to the other side of the room. He squeezes it in camaraderie during the split second that they have contact with each other.
The terrorists give each person a small blanket and pillow, indicating that they were to find themselves a spot and make a pallet for themselves. Vixen lucks out and manages to get a spot quite close to Lifeline. She leans over to him. "So much for us being the medics for the premier antiterrorist unit in the country, huh?" He looks over at her and smiles, knowing that the joke is her way of coping with the situation.
When one of the girls complains that she has to go to the bathroom, the terrorist leader, Alfonso, decides to make it a mandatory order for all the females.
Vixen is one of the last to use the facilities, and as she is coming out of the stall, something hits her from behind, hard. She stumbles, but doesn't go down. Whatever it was that hit her the first time does it again. She feels a sharp prick on her shoulder, and curses.
"Damn it! You hit the freaking vein! Son of a bitch," she growls as her head begins to throb and the darkness covers her in its comforting arms. She doesn't feel the men undressing her and carrying her naked body into the other room.
Lifeline steels himself for the worst as they begin to carry in the bodies of the women. He draws in his breath in anger as he sees a thin trail of blood on Vixen's arm. So they'd been drugged and not killed. That was good. Then again, maybe not. Since Vixen was the only one with a blood trail, she may have been the only one drugged or possibly poisoned.
"Listen up! We would be honored if you men would decide for yourselves which one of you will take which one of these women to bed. If you don't decide for yourselves, and my men are forced to do it, you will not like the consequences."
Lifeline wastes no time in making his decision known. "I want the scarred one. She'll warm my bed tonight. Anybody else got something to say about it?" No one argued with him or said a word. It was obvious that he would have defended her honor to the death if he had to.
He walked up to her and scooped her unconscious body into his arms and carried it back to his cot. He laid her down and covered her up, curling up next to her.