Page 157 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

LUCAS’ POV.

We got to the center late at night, and I’d rather call it a fortress, instead of an ordinary building. It went high into the sky with building materials that would naturally be used for a prison. The only difference was the light colors used for the paint.

I was taken in, and it looked every bit like an hospital, with people roaming around in white coats.

We took the elevator, and landed on a floor that was quite funny. The cells there were disguised as rooms.

A gate swung open, and I was pushed into one of them. The large wall was painted in pink, with white hearts scattered around it.

To my right were bars painted in cream, and in the next room was my roommate. It was a woman with red hair spilling over her shoulders, and a large tattoo of a snake over her arm.

To my left was a man, who looked completely normal and harmless. In my room, there was a large white bed, a television, a table, and a chair, with a set of drawers. The rug was a faint wine. It looked like the kind of room a student would be content with.

It wasn’t for someone like me, who was used to roaming free in a house that could accommodate twenty people.

“Welcome.” The woman said in a surprisingly soft voice. She looked at me, and there was a piercing on her nose, and lip. Two little rings dangled on the left side of her bottom lip, and a stud stayed fixed on her nose.

“Welcome. I’d say you look pretty normal.” The man on my left said.

“You look pretty normal yourself.”

“Of course, I am. I’m only in here because I’m the heir to a large firm. A powerless, and young heir. They say I went crazy, but that was just a lie. It was to get rid of me.” The man said, with a trace of bitterness in his calm voice.

“He’s been here for years. Ever since he was sixteen.” The woman said.

“Sixteen?” I asked, shocked at the wickedness of it all.

“He’s twenty three now.” She replied.

“A whooping seven years in here.” The man replied with even more bitterness.

“I met him here. I’ve been here for four years.” The woman said, with a chuckle, although I could feel the sadness in the chuckle.

“Were you also drugged?” I asked.

“Initially, I wasn’t. I went crazy after discovering my man was the murderer of my two kids.

He killed them for the damn insurance policy.

” She laughed, “I went crazy, and searched for him everywhere to kill him. Then he ran into the arms of a rich woman, who hunted me down. After surviving many assassins, and near-death attempts, I landed here. The rich lady locked me in, claiming I’m a wacko, who goes around, hurting civilians. ”

“They’re all liars here.” The man next to me said.

“Of course, it’s always the rich people. They think they don’t know that we’re aware that the food they feed us everyday makes us worse each time.” The woman added.

“They’re all working on orders to make us worse.

So we’ll never make it out of here. Almost everyone here has the same story.

Someone rich locking them in because they’re a thorn in the side.

Only about two or three are real unstable wackos, and of course, theirs is due to trauma. ” The man explained.

“So you mean I’m never getting out of here, even if they find an antidote?” I asked, and the woman laughed.

“Antidote! Don’t buy that bullshit. The drug wears off after a few days.

That’s why they feed us with it everyday.

Right now, even if they stop feeding us, the effects will last a few months because they’ve packed us with it, filled every drop of our blood with it, but they won’t stop.

No. They insist on feeding us, until we die, and we can’t do without eating. So of course, we take it.”

“What’s your story?” The man asked me.

“Same. Nephew did it, so he could steal my mate.”

“Wow! The stories keep getting wilder everyday, uh. I’m Savia. Call me Sav.” The woman said.

“I’m Luke, and I hope you make it out of here, even though the situation seems pretty hopeless.”

“Is there any way I can listen to the news?” I asked.

“They control the channels. I don’t know a damn thing about what’s happening out there.” Sav replied.

“Although there indeed is an antidote. I know of one woman who made it out of here. She was such a lovely, and sweet woman with a smile like the sun. She seduced all the men, and allowed her people in. They searched for the antidote, which would be compatible with her DNA for a whole year, and she was checked; they found out there were no beastly signs within her. While leaving, she told me to keep hoping, and that she’d help me too, but I knew she was a cancer patient.

I was still sixteen then, and I doubt she defeated her illness. ” Luke replied.

That night, I could hear a man banging at the bars, roaring, and screaming at the employees, who came to serve him food. He seemed to have managed to injure one of them, as I heard a woman scream, and next, the pungent smell of blood was everywhere, along with her cries.

However, the next morning, I was taken out.

“Someone is here to see you.” They said, and I was led into a room. Tray sat there, but we were separated by a glass.

“I was given only five minutes, Lucas. These people took a large sum from me, just for these five minutes. But look at me, I will get you out. I promise.”

“How are you going to do it?”

“Somehow. I will try to find the antidote. I will put the best men up to the task.”

“Can I hope?” I asked, looking at him earnestly, and his eyes flashed a bright, determined yellow.

“Hope with all you’ve got.”