Release In The Dark (DARK erotic romance series) by Natalie Kristen Page A
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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just gave her an
injection. She'll wake in a while.” The nurse points to Kylee.
“The...”
“ Another soldier will be
down to guard her until she wakes. I will escort this one up now.”
The soldier taps a message on his watch and pivots to face me.
“Let's go.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
I sit alone in Room Number Two,
at the edge of the large oak table. To distract myself from my
coming interrogation, I study Room Number Two in detail. Room Number
Two is furnished to look like a swanky, spacious office of a chief
executive. There is a coffee table, and a lounge flanked by two
armchairs. A plush oriental rug decorates the middle of the room.
The desk I am sitting on is made of rich, polished oak, with gold
trimmings and legs. The desk is wide enough for two people to lie
on, side by side. I note that the leather swivel chair behind the
desk doesn't have armrests. Makes it easier to straddle the “boss”
I guess. I can imagine the patrons in this room bending the women
over the desk, or the lounge. Or doing it on the rug on the carpeted
floor. Room Number Two is where the patrons come to experience “an
office affair”.
Absently, I raise my hand to rub
my temple, and immediately wince at the jolt of pain. The
interrogation is being conducted in Room Number Five, the scene of
the crime. I don't know if I can step into that room again.
Kylee's words echo in my mind: Pam is dead, but we are alive. Both of us will be taken. We have
to deny, deny, deny! Do you understand?
I squeeze my eyes shut as I
recall my recent tensed conversation with Lilin.
But...if...if someone owns
up?
Then you'll save everyone a
lot of trouble. Being interrogated by the soldiers is no fun. No
fun at all. We—shouldn't have to go through that again. You
understand?
My eyes fly open.
I do understand. I understand
it all too well.
Kylee, May, Lilin, all the girls
here are innocent.
They don't deserve to die.
Neither did Pam.
I ball my fists at the memory of
Pam's small, naked body lying in a corner of the bedded platform,
like a discarded, broken toy. Is this what will ultimately happen to
all of us? But this present Warden has proved to be demanding, but
fair. She has called in the military investigative unit, instead of
just sweeping the matter under the carpet.
I bring my head up with a jerk
when the door opens suddenly. A soldier steps into the room. “Ana
Zen.”
That's me.
I slide off the table and follow
the soldier out into the corridor, which is now lined with soldiers
of the Imperial Army at regular intervals. I am struck by a sudden
thought and with a gasp, I duck my head lower. Would any of these
soldiers be from the Palace? I know that the soldiers and Commanders
are rotated for palace duty. Would any of them recognize me as the
Siren who escaped from the Emperor's chambers?
I keep my eyes on the ground
even as I am ushered into Room Number Five. I stop at the edge of
the platform and stare. Pam's body is gone. But my blood stains are
still on the corner of the platform.
“ Commander, Ana Zen is
here,” the soldier reports. At a grunt from his Commander, the
soldier retreats and closes the door behind me. I peek up cautiously
and see a pair of combat boots walking slowly towards me. Holding my
breath, I lower my face further, dreading the moment when I will have
to look up and face my interrogator.
The boots stop inches in front
of me. The Commander is standing so close to me I can almost feel
him breathing down my body. He takes another step towards me, and
stands almost toe to toe with me.
I hear him suck in a shaky
breath, and he breathes a single word which turns my blood to ice.
“ Zoey.”
My name.
Not Ana. Zoey.
He called me by my real name!
I stagger back in shock, but the
Commander grabs me and crushes me against his chest. I try to
struggle, but my arms are pinioned to my side. Releasing me
suddenly, he cups the back of my head and forces my head up.
I stare into those angry,
emerald eyes, at his
injection. She'll wake in a while.” The nurse points to Kylee.
“The...”
“ Another soldier will be
down to guard her until she wakes. I will escort this one up now.”
The soldier taps a message on his watch and pivots to face me.
“Let's go.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
I sit alone in Room Number Two,
at the edge of the large oak table. To distract myself from my
coming interrogation, I study Room Number Two in detail. Room Number
Two is furnished to look like a swanky, spacious office of a chief
executive. There is a coffee table, and a lounge flanked by two
armchairs. A plush oriental rug decorates the middle of the room.
The desk I am sitting on is made of rich, polished oak, with gold
trimmings and legs. The desk is wide enough for two people to lie
on, side by side. I note that the leather swivel chair behind the
desk doesn't have armrests. Makes it easier to straddle the “boss”
I guess. I can imagine the patrons in this room bending the women
over the desk, or the lounge. Or doing it on the rug on the carpeted
floor. Room Number Two is where the patrons come to experience “an
office affair”.
Absently, I raise my hand to rub
my temple, and immediately wince at the jolt of pain. The
interrogation is being conducted in Room Number Five, the scene of
the crime. I don't know if I can step into that room again.
Kylee's words echo in my mind: Pam is dead, but we are alive. Both of us will be taken. We have
to deny, deny, deny! Do you understand?
I squeeze my eyes shut as I
recall my recent tensed conversation with Lilin.
But...if...if someone owns
up?
Then you'll save everyone a
lot of trouble. Being interrogated by the soldiers is no fun. No
fun at all. We—shouldn't have to go through that again. You
understand?
My eyes fly open.
I do understand. I understand
it all too well.
Kylee, May, Lilin, all the girls
here are innocent.
They don't deserve to die.
Neither did Pam.
I ball my fists at the memory of
Pam's small, naked body lying in a corner of the bedded platform,
like a discarded, broken toy. Is this what will ultimately happen to
all of us? But this present Warden has proved to be demanding, but
fair. She has called in the military investigative unit, instead of
just sweeping the matter under the carpet.
I bring my head up with a jerk
when the door opens suddenly. A soldier steps into the room. “Ana
Zen.”
That's me.
I slide off the table and follow
the soldier out into the corridor, which is now lined with soldiers
of the Imperial Army at regular intervals. I am struck by a sudden
thought and with a gasp, I duck my head lower. Would any of these
soldiers be from the Palace? I know that the soldiers and Commanders
are rotated for palace duty. Would any of them recognize me as the
Siren who escaped from the Emperor's chambers?
I keep my eyes on the ground
even as I am ushered into Room Number Five. I stop at the edge of
the platform and stare. Pam's body is gone. But my blood stains are
still on the corner of the platform.
“ Commander, Ana Zen is
here,” the soldier reports. At a grunt from his Commander, the
soldier retreats and closes the door behind me. I peek up cautiously
and see a pair of combat boots walking slowly towards me. Holding my
breath, I lower my face further, dreading the moment when I will have
to look up and face my interrogator.
The boots stop inches in front
of me. The Commander is standing so close to me I can almost feel
him breathing down my body. He takes another step towards me, and
stands almost toe to toe with me.
I hear him suck in a shaky
breath, and he breathes a single word which turns my blood to ice.
“ Zoey.”
My name.
Not Ana. Zoey.
He called me by my real name!
I stagger back in shock, but the
Commander grabs me and crushes me against his chest. I try to
struggle, but my arms are pinioned to my side. Releasing me
suddenly, he cups the back of my head and forces my head up.
I stare into those angry,
emerald eyes, at his
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