Sharon tries to step away from him but he grabs her by the arms and pulls her closer to him. "Going somewhere Bitch?" he sneers. His breath hot on her cheek smells like booze and his grip on her arms bruising. She holds her breath and turns her head from him. He grabs her by the chin and violently pulls her face back to look at him, sending a wave of dizziness over her. It is all she can do to remain standing. She tries to take a step back, looking at his half naked body. She is shocked to realize that he is only wearing black boxer briefs and nothing else.
"What do you want from me? She whispers to him, looking him straight in the eyes.
He slaps her hard across the cheek causing her to lose her balance and fall to the cold concrete floor. "Get up! I said get up Captain!", he yells, kicking her to emphasize each word. When she makes no effort to get up, he grabs the rope around her ankle and slowly drags her towards the mattress. She realizes at this point that he wants much more than to just see her dead. Despite her panic and dizziness she begins to formulate a plan in her head. Hoping and praying that she has the strength to carry it thru…
SASASASASASASA
She is laying on her right side, her right arm extended out. Her left hand is holding her shirttail against the stab wound to her abdomen. Both her hand and what's left of her shirt are slowly soaking with blood. She closes her eyes trying to figure out what she needs to do now. She knows she must get to the door somehow, but it seems like a million miles away. She finds herself drifting off for a few minutes but tries to fight it. She doesn't hear the door open or the nearing footsteps. Feeling pressure on her arm she opens her eyes to find her worst nightmare. Philip Stroh is kneeling beside her, his right foot putting pressure on her hand and wrist. She tries to scoot away from him but can't seem to make her body move. "Captain Raydor, we meet again," he says smiling down at her.
"You...You...made him...do... this" she whispers to him.
Looking down into Captain Raydor's clouded green eyes, "No, not at first, going after you was all his idea; he really, really hates you. But, then I decided it would work to my advantage as well. You see, I know that the only way for me to get to Rusty is to get rid of you first. So ole Danny boy there, Stroh glances over to Dunn's lifeless body, was going to make that happen for me. But after he started watching you, the jerk became obsessed with having you... looks like things didn't go quite his way."
She looks up at Stroh, her eyes blurring and threatening to close again. "Stay with me, stay with me," he says patting her on the cheek. "Look neither of us has much time so let me get directly to the point, Captain. Destiny is subjective and in a matter of mere seconds it's course can be altered. Today, Captain, you altered the course I had set for you and for Rusty... How you wonder? Just hear me out...very and I mean very few people impress me, but what I watched you do today...that took exceptional strength and control. So... I've decided that Rusty deserves to live the life that only you can give him."
"What?" she tries to ask.
"Don't question it, Captain. Just accept it for what it is…Rusty lives a long happy life and you do to. Hopefully," he says glancing down at her stomach as the blood is just beginning to pool. He pulls the black hoodie over his head and lifting her hand places it against her wound. Applying pressure, she groans in pain, turning her head to the side. He puts her bloody hand over the sweatshirt hoping she has enough strength to keep some pressure on it. Pulling a cheap burner phone from his pocket, "give me Flynn's number so he can come and get you," he asks.
"Not Lieutenant Fl...Flynn", she murmurs.
"You know, you are one stubborn woman. But I get it. You don't want your sweet little lieutenant to see you like this. I get it, I get it," he says motioning over to Dunn. Sharon slowly, focusing on staying awake, gives Stroh Provenza's number.