Nails In A Coffin (Demi Reynolds Book 1) by Luis Samways Read Free Book Online Page B

long she had been in there. Sleep was all she did. At first when she awoke, she’d ignore the bowl next to her. She could smell the damp coming off it. The heat in the dark room was palpable. The water in the bowl was starting to evaporate. She attempted to deny them the satisfaction of drinking their water. But she soon succumbed. The human body does that often. It’s usually the first to fail. The brain and spirit are next, in that order. But Demi, she was different. It would take a lot to make her brain or spirit fail.
    But she found herself drinking out of that bowl and feeling as if she was closer to failing altogether. They’d bring her another bowl after a while, and she’d drink that. Part of her was hoping that they laced it with poison so it could all be over with. But her wish didn’t come true, and after a while, the doors opened again and a new bowl was placed on the ground. It had two compartments, one with water and one with food.
    They were keeping her alive. But she didn’t know why. She attempted to speak to the mysterious person who kept leaving her bowls of food and water, but her vocal chords were strained and paralyzed after not being used for such a long time.
    The hours and days soon turned into something more. A week? Maybe two? She wasn’t sure. But by the time they opened the door one last time, they were greeted with the foul smell of faeces and urine. She had soiled herself in that room. She hadn’t even noticed.
    A light came on and blinded her. A shadowy figure stood in the doorway. It didn’t move, it just remained there, still and silent until it spoke. She recognized the voice. It belonged to the driver who’d brought her to this place.
    “It’s time,” he said, moving in and dragging her out of the room by force.

Eleven
     
    Demi was disorientated by the transition from darkness to light. Her eyeballs felt as if they were about to pop. She could feel the surface of her eye whites stretching, as if they were being strained by the light. She blinked a few times and the pain eased, but the smell didn’t. Demi could smell the foulness coming off her. She looked down at her front and saw smear marks of God knows what. She knew what it could be, but she dreaded to think that it actually was what she thought it might be.
    The man was dragging her toward a new room. They were in a narrow hallway. The walls were metal and looked rusted. Specks of brown and yellow stained the wall. She could tell that the walls were once metallic and shone. Every few meters or so, the rust got worse, and the metal shine that once covered the walls dissolved into a derelict mesh of melted metal. The door they were approaching was large and made of steel. For the first time since she had set foot in that place, she was able to get a feel for where she was. She figured that they had taken her to an abandoned warehouse, and she was right. The place was full of warehouse paraphernalia, if there is such a thing. For instance, right next to the door was a trollies dolly. It had a box on it, half open, half shut. On the side of the box, the word “ammunition” was tattooed in big black bold letters.
    “The arms warehouse,” she whispered under her breath, immediately realizing that she was audible.
    The man dragging her to the room smiled at her. She looked at him and then looked back at the ground.
    “Clever girl. You catch on fast. But I’m afraid it doesn’t really matter what you know now. Knowledge tends to die with the people who possess it,” the guy said, both of them reaching the big steel door.
    He knocked on it and waited a second or two. A muffled voiced beckoned them inside. He held her with one arm and opened the door with the other. It creaked and protested as it swung open. A bright light blinded Demi in the face. She attempted to shield her eyes, but it was no use. She was limp and had no energy. It was a good job that the man escorting her to the bright room was holding on to her, or