Chapter 3 Where Are We Going?

Vivianne

I freeze, not daring to breathe at the feel of the gun pushing into my skull, whoever is behind me reaches around and pulls down the strap on my first aid kit and examines it, as I hear the zipper and hear rummaging through my supplies.

“You travel very well prepared, almost as if you are a doctor.” I get the implied hint.

“Well, I am a doctor, a surgeon actually.” I hear a loud exhale.

“Then this is fortuitous, you can help my Liege.” I start to protest, only to hear the man behind me barking orders at someone else, then something is suddenly around my eyes, and as I reach to instinctively remove it, my hands are roughly grabbed and tied behind my back. 

I’m pulled roughly to standing, but stumble as I can’t see or move my arms, but the hands grabbing me hold me firm. I’m then flung over a shoulder, and feel the blood rush to my head, and arms band around my legs. I bounce around, hurting my head a bit, as I can’t move my arms to support my torso. 

I scream at those around me, “What the fuck are you doing? Put me down, who are you, people? You can’t do this.”

I hear that same voice whisper, “You will find that yes, I actually can.” 

I’m rather roughly deposited onto a seat in some type of vehicle as I can smell the leather underneath my head. I can also smell that same strong scent of blood I had earlier that had initially led me to those trees. So, I believe that wherever I am, that man who was on the ground has also been put inside. 

I feel the vibration of a vehicle as it starts, and the jerk as they begin to move. I try to stay calm and think about my surroundings. Perhaps, I can count turns and find a way back to my car? That lasts about 4 turns then I get disoriented about which way they are actually turning thanks to the blindfold and my position. I had a strange thought that perhaps they are just driving around in circles to disorient me. I shake my head at that stupid thought.

There's no telling really how long they are moving, I have no way to judge time or even distance really. So, now I am well and truly fucked, as I have no clue about my whereabouts or how to go to find help. 

Eventually, they do in fact stop, and I'm yanked out roughly by my arms, and once again rather unceremoniously tossed over a shoulder. I grunt at the impact to my stomach as I'm moved. It doesn’t take long until I hear a door, and then the echoing quality of an empty space as they walk. It sounds like there's more than the one man who had the gun, and the one carrying me, but I have no way in hell to figure that out. 

This place has an old stagnant smell of mold and mildew. My nose wrinkles at that smell. I can also detect old blood, as well as the new blood smell, and again my mouth waters at the distinctive smell of that, and it bothers me. I lock down on that instinct, however weird it may be, and just wait. 

Finally, I am deposited onto my feet, and I sway. Someone keeps hold of my arms as they steady me, then the blindfold is ripped away and I blink rapidly. My arms are unbound, and I rub my wrists, attempting to get the circulation in my arms flowing again. I look around at this location.

It’s old, it’s dirty, it looks like perhaps at one time it might have been a church, as there are a couple of old dilapidated wooden pews rotting against the wall. There is dirt, leaves, and possibly other things strewn about the floor. The light quality is poor as it seems to come from lamps that have been lit.

I see the man from the woods has now been placed on an old cot-type bed, with less-than-clean bedding beneath him. I shiver at the thought of him being there with open wounds. Suddenly I jump as my first aid kit is roughly thrown down at my feet. 

Then the man, still brandishing the gun, comes up to me, and he sneers at me, with a very unpleasant look on his face. If I saw this man on the street I would not automatically think he was a kidnapper or some kind of criminal. He’s rather nondescript with brown hair and brown eyes. I’d estimate his age to be mid 40s, but he’s very serious-looking when he approaches me.

“Now, doctor, you will save my Liege however you must.” He points the gun from me to the man lying on that cot.

I wrinkle my nose and shake my head, “You can not possibly expect me to treat a patient in these conditions. If you really don’t want him to get a horrific infection and die, then we need to go to another location that is at the very least clean.

The man gives me a snarky grin and chuckles at me, “No, my Liege will not die, he is of very strong fortitude, and it would take far more than this to kill him. So, no matter those “conditions” you despise, you will heal him, no matter what it may take. If you do not, then you will die alongside him, and as painfully as I can manage.” 

I grit my teeth and look around. Fuck, this is bad, it has every horrific scenario running through my head of old infections that wiped out populations. No matter how strong this guy thinks his Liege is, an infection is most certainly guaranteed in this fucking place. 

“If I do this, consider yourself warned that he is going to die of a horrific infection with these conditions. You can not hold me responsible when I am warning you of it now. So, no matter what happens you let me the fuck go.” 

He sneered, “Time is wasting doctor.”

I sigh, this was going to be a fucking nightmare.