His dark brown eyes fluttered open. Above him was a bright surgical lamp to illuminate the dark room. His back felt cold and he realized he was lying on a metal table. There was a sharp stinging pain in his neck. Javier attempted to move his hands to alleviate the throbbing, but found his arms bound to the table with leather straps.
What was going on?
Straining to sit up, Javier glimpsed the room he had built. From this vantage point, it appeared savage. For the first time, he realized that the table he was lying on was a surgical table and the tools on the shelf were surgical tools. Ava had informed them that she ran a funeral business and she prepared corpses for burial.
Now he understood what she’d meant.
“Please,” he gasped. The light overhead seemed blinding. He squinted his eyes to keep from becoming dizzier. The bright light made the blood oozing down his cheek appear black.
Suddenly, he was face to face with Ava. She was dressed in all black her hair hung around her face and her full lips blood red. He noticed a curious vial pendant around her neck. It was empty. She smiled at him as she picked up a shiny surgical instrument. (more…)