Chapter 13
Consequences
*John*
I don't know how long it's been, but I do know one thing for sure. I haven't eaten or have been able to sleep since I woke up in this cell. I'm starting to feel the effects of dehydration from lack of water, and yet all I can still think about is Sam. All I have been doing is sitting here hoping and praying that Sam can stay strong and that Caleb won't harm her in any means of the way.
The cell is damp and humid, and I can tell from the looks of it that I'm somewhere underneath the villa. At least I'm not chained to a chair anymore, but by the looks of how weak I am I might as well be. I have to keep my mind on other things to keep me from shutting down, so I think of Sam and her gorgeous dark hair. Hair so soft not even a cloud could compare. Her perfectly tanned skin that the sun couldn't burn if it tried. Her body so sexy, along with her set of largely sized breasts that make me want to pounce.
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the cell door opening. I look up barely in time to take another breath before I'm lifted by my neck and forced into the brick wall behind me, being choked by Caleb's unearthly grip. I could tell by the look in Caleb's eyes that he had a bone to pick with me… Which I take as a good sign because that means Sam hasn't given up.
"Guess what McBain? Your praying ain't doing you any good. You know why?" I stare at him without making a sound. "Because Livvie is starting to remember." Caleb releases his grip letting me drop back down to the floor. I cough a few times trying to allow the air to return to my lungs. "I doubt it." Caleb just smiles his cruel smile. "With my help, each of her memories will return one by one until her life as Sam becomes nothing more than what seems like a dream. And the more she remembers, the more she will be convinced that she is my Olivia…" "That won't happen. Because she's not Livvie."
"Oh she's Olivia… In every sense of the way…. She just needs a little help remembering. And that's why I'm here… Pretty soon she'll forget all about you." His face fills with pleasure. "Soon all she'll remember is me, and what we are to each other… Before long we'll be reunited as man and wife in Every. Way. Possible."
My heart is skipping beats as my hate for him grows even stronger. "She is Samantha Morgan. She has no memory of being Livvie because she never was. And no matter how many times you say it or how much you want her to be… She never will be."
I thought right about now Caleb would be going off, but instead he stayed unusually collected. Caleb crotches down to my level leans in close. "I know you're having a hard time dealing with this, so I'm going to give you a little present." Caleb's goon walks in the cell and grabs my arm, pulling me up to my feet.
Caleb starts to walk down the hall with the goon dragging me close behind. He stops in front of a room and opens the door. The goon practically throws me into a chair in the center of the room. I look around to see an enclosed room made of solid concrete, with only a few pieces of furniture and a TV screen.
The door locks behind me and I'm once again trapped. The room actually has lighting which is nice compared to other dark and damp corners around here. An hour goes by and I still don't know what's going on. Suddenly I see the TV screen flicker on. I watch.
I see the main room of the villa where Caleb and I had our little brawl. It's also the last place I saw Sam. I see a shadow in the corner of the screen which is followed by Caleb who walks over to a candle sitting on a table and lights it. "What the hell is going on?" I ask myself out loud. Caleb then looks into the camera and grins. I'm still confused to what the point is until I hear something in the background. A voice I would know a mile away. "Caleb?" Sam walks in wearing the silk dress. Then it hits me.
"He's going to make me watch."