Her smile sent a shockwave through, a shockwave of realization that I felt a deep need of lust for the woman in front of me. But before anything more could be said or done, the moment was lost.
“Now, if only I had my camera” Trey said, with a huge leering grin on his face as he stood at the end of the shower walkway. He held a bundle of clothes and motioned them towards me.
“These are yours…when you’ve both finished having fun…” he said with a wink that I smiled at.
He moved away before Celine had cursed him, but she had seen the wink and my smile, the look in her eyes was dark and deeply disturbing. I dried myself off with the rough towel and tugged on a pair of black jeans and a tight green t-shirt that seemed to hug my every curve and bump. I was tying my hair back into its long pony-tail as Celine came out of the shower, her body glistening…her pale skin glowing under the harsh lights of the reception area. I tried not to stare as she dried herself, but she caught my eye, it was a different look than earlier…that hard glass barrier had returned and she stared at me with that cold, hard look that reminded me more of a scientist studying a specimen on a petri dish. The sudden difference from the warmth of earlier to this look chilled me to the very core and I forced myself to look away.

After she had dressed she moved to my side and as she pointed forward we set off, but not before I noticed the ID tag that she pinned to her chest. Dr Celine Grayson. She was a doctor? That made sense. We came to a door and she pressed her thumb against a pad that glowed briefly before the door opened and we were in a smaller corridor that was warm and smelled…like a hospital.

Many of the doors we passed simply had numbers on, a couple had names of people but we saw hardly anyone. Trey had vanished, no doubt off to explain how some mad woman had decimated his security team…I wondered about that. How would I be “welcomed” here? After a while we began walking by some glass walls…within there were labs. Cage after cage of rats sat along the wall of one such room. Celine seemed to quicken her step, as if she felt uncomfortable in me seeing these rooms and only slowed as we neared a door with her name on it.

“These are my rooms, I want you to rest for a moment…I need to go speak to someone and order us some food…”
She opened the door and I walked in unsure of myself…it was only as she shut the door behind me that I realized I had left my cross-bow and pack by the showers. I turned to say something but the door had been shut and Celine gone. I turned and looked around her rooms…they were Spartan, hardly any personal belongings at all to tell me who this strangely powerful woman was.

I turned and gasped, two entire walls were lined with books. Although primarily medical there were also rare editions of fiction and poetry throughout. I drew my fingers along one shelfs worth of books...gasping as my fingers paused on a book called The Historian...a book I had loved since first reading it as a teen. I smiled and turned to sit in one of her perfunctory chairs and almost instantly felt my eyes grow heavy. I was so tired. Perversely my capture, my impotence in any attempt to escape seemed to give me peace. My eyes closed once more and I fell into a deep sleep. The peace of submission.