Chapter 8. Cold heart.
"Sam what happened to you?" Alex shouted in disbelieve.
Sam turned around in scare, her face ash white, her voice faltering. "I ... I didn't want to frighten you Alex!"
"And how right you were Samantha." The sarcastic voice of her interrogator brought all the horror back to life in Sam's mind. Alex, who at first felt an ice cold fear, had by now red hot vengeance streaming through her veins. This wasn't the first time she had seen these kind of burn marks. But that other time, the victim hadn't survived the torture. She slowly turned around to face the speaker. The smile on her face put the greying man on the wrong track.
Sam had withered to a ghost of her vivacious self. She was entirely paralysed by the fear of this man's torturing skills. Her eyes were held captive in the man's stare, a cold smile formed on his lips.
"I think I'll continue on you for a while, Samantha. Your friend can watch. It might get her to talk with more ease than you. I'll leave you for now ladies, but I'm sure we'll shortly meet again." He turned with a sardonic laughter and put his hand against a scanner on the wall. The click of the door unlocking was the last sound he heard. A split second later Alex's foot hit him right under his head, snapping his neck and ending his life.
Alex looked at Sam who was still trembling with fear. "I'm only sorry he didn't suffer." She stated. She strode up to Sam. "We'd better get dressed Sammy cause we're about to escape."
They quickly put on a t-shirt, jeans and some running shoes.
"Sam, you have to pull yourself together again. I was asleep arriving here, you know at least some of the layout of this prison."
Sam looked at Alex with warmth in her eyes. "We're going for it Alex. But I haven't seen much aside the torture room."
"Then that's where we're heading Sam!" Alex said in a strange happy way.
Sam looked at Alex's smile. "There isn't much fun down there Alex!" Sam warned.
"You'll be surprised Sammykins! I'm sure there is one fun thing down there." Alex convincingly grinned.
She opened the door cautiously and scanned the corridor for enemies. When she was sure they can leave the room, she beckoned Sam and both entered the hallway.
"The way to the torture room is down those stairs Alex" Sam whispered.
As softly as they could, they descended the stairs. Sam's fear mounting by each step they took. At last they arrived in the hall leading to their destination.
Alex ran towards the door and kicked it open. The room was deserted, but there were still tell tale bloodstains on the floor. Alex explored the room, she seemed extremely interested in the blood trail. Sam couldn't understand what Alex was up to.
Triumphantly Alex stood next to what seemed to be a very large waste chute.
Sam was astounded, "What's that Alex?"
"This, I think, is how they dispose of their bodies and our way out!" she smiled opening the chute.
"Are you suggesting ..." Sam started, but she heard a noise from the hallway and with a big leap she disappeared down the chute, closely followed by Alex.