Thankyou for all the reviews and ideas for last chapter. Sorry this one is short again, but I'm running out of ideas and need as much time as possible. By the way, the next few chapters will be more booth
Booth eyed the soldier as he left. He could still hear the muffled whimpering from the woman inside. Though he was on the same side as the soldier, Booth felt an urge to knock him down and strangle him with his bare hands, demanding to know his reasoning for hurting the woman.
He desperately wanted to save her from the call, her own knight in armour. Booth followed the soldier on impulse, determined to confront him, momentarily forgetting that he was a new recruit and this guy could kill him.
The soldier suspected he was being followed and turned to face Booth.
"What do you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"Sir, I was wondering what you were doing in there?" Booth tried to sound strong, no matter how intimidating this man seemed.
The guard snickered. "Want to see what it's like, torturing women?"
Booth had a new idea. Maybe if he played along, he would be led right to her, and able to see the situation.
"Yes, it's always been a dream of mine to cause a woman pain. But back in America, that's pretty much illegal to a man's pride." Booth hated to lie through his teeth.
The guard narrowed his eyes. "You're new, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir." It was obvious this man was authority, someone no one wanted to mess with.
"What 'bout this." This man spoke exceptional English, Booth realised. He obviously hadn't been brought up here. "I like you. You prove to be a good soldier and I'll introduce you to the lady. You don't, you'll end up in the dirt or in the cell with her, understand?"
Booth nodded.
"Ok. Meet me here at twenty hundred tomorrow night. Are we clear?"
"Yes sir. Thankyou so much."
"Don't get all slushy on me." The guard walked away. Booth couldn't believe what he had just agreed to. He had never harmed a woman and never planned to.
But he had to get a glimpse at this woman. And if that meant being on the inside, so be it. He had learned that as a federal agent you had to do anything you could to arrive at the truth.
This mission was becoming a lot more complicated.
*
Cold, alone, feeling like no one would come to get her.
She had only ever felt like this once before.
At the foster home.
She was weak with hunger. Naomi had not returned and Brennan knew she never would. She had been through enough because of her.
Brennan hung her head. She was used to taking care of herself. Now, she was using everyone around her, and soon, everyone would resent her.
She sighed and leaned back. Her spine scraped down the wall. She didn't even flinch.
She had no idea how long she had been down here. It felt like weeks, but it could have only been hours. Time was a useless measurement in this dark world.
All emotions had left her. She felt like an empty, hollow shell, all feeling escaped through her wounds and out the tiny strip of door. She couldn't even feel pain any more – physical or emotional.
She didn't care if she was going to die. As promised, she wanted to.
Her stomach growled. She crawled over to the silver platter. A tiny strip of bread was still left. She had been preparing to save it, knowing no more food would come. If she ate it now, she would die from hunger.
Or torture.
Whichever came first.
She threw the bread into her mouth.
She was dead anyway.
Her breath shortened in her throat. Oxygen was becoming less and less in this tiny cell. She crawled to the door, and laid her face against the dirt, her breath drawing in any outside air it could.
Her brain was fighting to stay awake. She knew that any time she closed her eyes, gave into the darkness, she might never wake up.
Her brain was turning to jelly. She couldn't think.
The tiny light disappeared as she gave into the dark terror of hell.