Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story
Chapter 118: I Have Something For You

Chapter 118: I Have Something For You

The days seemed to bleed into one another, a constant cycle of healing and sleeping. I had no idea what the month was, let alone the date.

When I first got here, I made sure to keep track of the passing days, waiting for the guys to come and save me. But now they are nothing more than a harsh reminder, a slap in the face of how much time has passed.

I can’t believe it; I was THAT girl who assured everyone that her boyfriend would come and save them all, guns blazing.

A fact that Ming Zu and Bitchy like to rub in my face all the time. Until they no longer came back to their cage.

I let out a deep sigh, the bottom bars of my cage digging into my ribs at my motions. I loved being a doctor, both in my last life and in this one. Sure, I wasn’t able to save everyone, but those who I could were happy. They thanked me.

Here, they spit on my face.

Here, I was public enemy number one.

Fresh meat had come in yesterday, the Recruiter bringing in two guys and a girl. The girl said that they were her boyfriends. None of them had powers, but the guys were strong enough to make a name for themselves fighting.

She was so proud of them.

She thought she would be put in their cage.

I let out another sigh as she continued to prattle on, telling me about everything that was happening outside of the camp.

Was I this naive when I first got here, too? I had to be. I thought I wouldn’t be here for longer than a week.

She was lying in Ming Zu’s cage, another woman taking the cage on my other side... Bitchy’s cage.

This one had introduced herself a few times to me, but the name refused to stay in my head. Probably because I knew she was going to die soon enough.

"You know, they say that every time you sigh, you are letting out happiness," said Rip as he sat down between me and the girl beside me. I heard her yelp, and I had to squash the snarl that was threatening to come out of my chest.

She didn’t get to have comments on Rip. He was mine. In fact, she could just roll over and never look at him again. Maybe I’ll take her eyes so she can’t see him.

I could feel a bit of darkness start to unfold inside of me as my thoughts spiraled. It called for her blood.

"You okay, Little Bird?" asked Rip as he looked down at me. He seemed concerned, so I forced the darkness aside and gave him as bright of a smile as I could manage.

It wasn’t a fake one. Rip deserved more than fake emotions from me, but it wasn’t a joyous one either.

"I think I have been sighing too much," I replied instead of answering him. "It’s hard to find something to be happy about."

Rip leaned against my cage, tipping me a bit with his weight, but it made me smile a happier smile.

I really loved how big he was, how strong. He was my safe haven in this piece of Hell, and I didn’t care about anything else.

"Every day you are breathing is a day to be happy," smiled Rip, looking over his shoulder as I reached out to grab the back of his shirt.

Ever since he was assigned "Healer guard duty" life had gotten easier, so I suppose he had a point.

But... "I don’t even remember what happy looked like," I confessed. "Let alone having hope for the future."

"Of course not," he assured me. "You are in a constant state of fight or flight. Most in your situation can only think about surviving until the next day."

"Fight, flight, freeze, or fuck," I mumbled my reply. "Freeze and fuck were added a few years ago after intensive study."

"Well," smirked Rip. "If we didn’t have an audience of over 100 women, I might take you up on that last one. But as much as I might not hate being watched, I wouldn’t fuck you here for the first time."

I froze as his statement washed over me. "Fucking is referring to the innate need to procreate," I said, making all the sense in the world. I couldn’t believe that he actually said that. I haven’t had a shower in months, I slept on dirt, I couldn’t even think about my bodily functions and all that shit.

I hadn’t had a period in so long that I was getting scared.

There was no way he would want to fuck me.

"You forget so easily," he purred as he leaned closer to me. "You are beautiful inside and out, no matter what happened. Your strength is like a fire calling to me. Nothing can change that. Nothing."

I shook my head. I expected a stabbing of guilt, of pain as I thought about fucking someone. I hadn’t even gone that far with Bai Long Qiang yet. There had been some very heavy petting, but since it would have been the first time for me, Bai Long Qiang wanted it to be ’perfect’.

Shows what he knew: there was never a perfect time for anything.

No, I didn’t feel the guilt I had expected. Instead, I felt resentment. Pure fucking resentment.

Between my last life and this one, I was older than dirt. Okay, so being in my 40s was not really that old per se, but it was old enough to know what I wanted. And be able to act on it.

"If I didn’t smell like shit and wasn’t locked in a cage, I would so take you up on that offer," I answered, staring him in his eyes. I was serious.

Living here, surviving here, let me know just how delicate life truly was. It could be snuffed out tomorrow for someone’s entertainment.

I had enough regrets; I didn’t need this to be one of them.

"I have something for you," he growled so low I could hardly hear him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box.

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