My Captivator

Kairyn’s life was wonderful, almost perfect. Her parents adored her, she had just started college, she made a new friend right off the bat, and her research paper for psychology was almost complete. But, after accidentally engaging in a unpleasant blog, her world changes, and not for the better. As ex-CIA Agent, Samuel Turner, and his men, declare Kairyn their next victim, secret agents, Merrick Stone and his team members, Kota and Weston, are assigned to protect Kairyn and bring Samuel and his men to justice.

Becoming a CIA Operative at the age of twenty-two was the best thing that ever happened to Merrick, that is until he and his team members are assigned to a new mission that involves a certain young woman. The closer Kairyn grows to Merrick, she finds his heart is in the right, but his mind is in the wrong. Will she be able to convince Merrick that of all the mistakes he has made in his life, he can still be forgiven? Or will the trials she faces bring hatred into her own heart?


9. Chapter Eight

Chapter 8:




I woke up shivering in a bed I did not know. My shoulder ached and it was making me sick. I tossed and turned trying to find a position that worked best for me but it only caused more pain. I tried sitting up and a shock of agonizing pain shot through my arm and up through the left side of my body. I yelled and within seconds Merrick was in the room.


“What happened?” Worry laced his voice.


“I tried sitting up,” was all I said.


“It’s best you stay down. Your wound is covered but still fresh. It should feel better within a week, but you will have a nasty scar.”


“You sound like you have had experience?” I asked. His eyebrows raised and he lifted the corner of his shirt, showing his lower stomach. I gasped at what I saw. Small pea sized scars, vaguely outlined in pink, traced down his abdomen. Surprisingly they caused his skin to seem darker. His toned stomach had two long, and pink scars that I guessed were from knife cuts. “How many are there? Do you remember where they came from? Do they still hurt?” He chuckled lightly, his eyes focused in on me. He dropped the corner of his shirt and his skin was covered again.


“I have seven scars. Five are from being shot and the other two were from . . .” His voice died down. His gaze went to the past and I could see him replaying the moments.


“From what?” I asked. He came back to the present and starred me in the eyes. His own were bright blue and mysterious. We held our gaze until he glanced down at my shoulder.


He gently rubbed a hand over the white gauze that stuck to my skin. I flinched but didn’t move away. “We need to apply a new wrap.” He spoke cautiously. “If you want, you can try and change into that tank top,” he pointed to a black, spaghetti strapped shirt on the end of the bed and handed it to me, “then lower your strap underneath your arm.” He was giving me an option to be covered. I nodded my head and he stood to help me sit up. I grunted but held in my yell. “There.” He then turned and walked to the door. Stopping in the doorway he turned to me. “It will be painful to take off the shirt. Just a warning, don’t lift your arm above your head and when you put the tank top on, put your left arm through the hole where your head goes, then use your good arm to pull it on. I’ll be outside the door if you need anything. Let me know when you are ready.” I nodded and he exited the room, closing the door.


I sat on the bed starring at the tank top I held in my hands. Thank the Lord it was black and not white. It wouldn’t show any blood on it that way, or anything else that might show through.


I took a deep breath and then brought my hand up to pull the sleeve off my injured arm. I winced at the wave of pain that shot through my left side. I took another deep breath and pulled my arm through completely then with my good arm, I pulled the shirt off and threw it on the ground. It was stained with my blood and I nearly gagged at the smell. Grabbing the black tank top, I placed my left arm through the head hole and then shimmied it over my head pulling my right arm through the right strap. Once the shirt was finally on, I let out the breath I had been holding and breathed slowly to calm my nerves. “That was the easy part.” I spoke quietly. I breathed in and said, “I can do this. If Merrick can do it seven times, I can do it once.” I glanced towards the door and called for him. He immediately came in and was at my side in seconds with a new gauze wrap, rubbing alcohol, a sponge, a rag, a towel and a medicine bottle.


He set down the medical items on the nightstand and then sat on the bed. “You’ll want to lay down for this.” Nodding, I started to lie down and he reached over to help me. Merrick handed me the rag. From the look on my face he knew I was confused. “It’s for you to bite so you don’t chip any teeth when you grit them.” My eyes grew wide. Placing the rag in my mouth I glanced up at him. His apologetic eyes met mine as he spoke. “Ready?” Nodding, I closed my eyes.


I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. I felt him pulling the tape on the gauze off my skin. If this was all it was, I could make it. But as he reached my wound I nearly choked on the rag. I bit down hard as sheer pain ripped through the veins in my shoulder. Squeezing my eyes shut caused the tears to come streaming down. I could feel the gauze being torn from my worn flesh. I could faintly here Merrick speaking behind the shrieks in my head. One last tug and the gauze came off. I swallowed hard as I opened my eyes. I could tell by the look on his face this was hurting him just as much as it hurt me.


“It looks better, but I need to dowse it once more in alcohol to clean it.” He looked down then back up at me. “This will hurt Kairyn.” He spoke honestly. “It’ll be really painful.” He waited for me to respond. When I didn’t he added. “I brought some chloroform, the drug I used to put you out the night of the wreck.” He opened the bottled drug and started to wave the bottle under my nose.


“No . . . I’ll be fine.” My courage surprised me. “I don’t want to be drugged anymore. I can handle it.”


Connecting his eyes with mine he spoke. “I promise you’ll wake up. Take a whiff and-”


“Merrick, please . . . I can’t do that again . . .” I pleaded.


“Kairyn, don’t underestimate this.”


“I don’t want to be drugged anymore.” He starred at me hard and for a moment fear of him swelled up inside of me.


“Then put the rag back in your mouth and let’s get this over with.”


Doing as he said, I placed the rag in my mouth and readied myself for what was to come. He screwed the lid back onto the chloroform bottle and then picked up the alcohol. He soaked down the sponge and looked at me. I nodded and took a deep breath.


Fire exploded in my shoulder. It was as if someone had set my left side on a flame that only grew as time went on. I tried my best to bite down on the rag but bits of a screaming wail escaped through the gaps in my teeth. Someone else came in the room and held me down as I shook violently trying to escape the pain. My vision stirred, while water crashed through my eyes as a wave crashes in a storm. I had never felt anything like it. I prayed I would never feel anything like it the rest of my life.


Finally, the pain subsided and I could breathe smoothly. I calmed down and the person above me shifted his weight then let me go. My vision slowly migrated back and Merrick became clear again. Law stood next to Merrick, with a terrified look on his face. “That wasn’t too bad.” I choked out, trying to brighten the mood. Merrick only grimaced. Law’s eyes grew wide and a grin fell upon his face.


“I’m glad you handled it well.” Sarcasm poured out of Law’s mouth. His dark blue shirt ruffled as he snickered.


“I still need to bandage it,” said Merrick. He furrowed his eyebrows as our eyes connected.


“Good luck.” Law said before leaving the room.


Nodding slowly, I questioned him. “How bad will this part be?”


“Not as bad as what you just endured. Just keep the rag and relax. You want to try and not tense or flex your muscles.” He watched me, expecting a flicker of emotion. “There’s always the Chloroform.” He added.


“No, if I can survive the alcohol, I can survive a Band-Aid.” I gave him a small grin. He reached for the gauze.


Opening the new package, he spoke. “So how long have you known Jack?”


“Caleb,” I corrected him, “. . . and for about the past three to four months. We met when he sat by me in one of our classes.” He placed some gauze on my wound and I flinched.


“Sorry.” He apologized. “Have you hung out with him before the wreck?”


“No, he was always a bit standoffish. We would talk but he was always so, awkward.”


“I see. Did he ever talk about his family?”


“Now that you mention it, he’s only spoken of someone once, his mom, when he was talking about how he was adopted. His dad died when he was a baby, at least that’s what he told me.” I reached up to scratch my left shoulder but stopped myself.


“It may be a bit uncomfortable.” Merrick spoke sympathetically. “It’s best not to touch it.”


“Reflex I guess.” He placed a few more pieces of gauze and medical tape across my shoulder, and then he was finished. “Merrick?”


“Hmm . . .” he responded as he started cleaning up.


“Can I ask you something?” He looked me in the eyes and nodded. “I know they are in a safe house and I know you say they are safe, but . . .” His gaze was causing me to melt inside. “Could I . . . Could I call them?”


He continued to stare into my eyes and then the corner of his mouth turned upward. His voice was almost a whisper, laced with care, as he said, “Sure.”


The answer threw me off guard. All my emotions jumped into one large mixing bowl and became one. I held back my small cry of hope as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a phone. He dialed a number and I forced myself to remain calm as I lay on the bed. I wanted to steal his phone and dial my dad’s number but instead I tried to focus on what I would say. I haven’t heard their voices in days. To normal families, that might not be so bad, but my family is no normal family.


A small ringing brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at Merrick as he held the phone to his ear. Determination was the expression he wore most often, and it fit him well. Suddenly, Merrick’s face lit up and his head tilted a bit.


“Agent Capoom. How have you been?” Merrick sounded so professional as he spoke.

 . . .

“Good, good. Hey, I need a favor.” Merrick glanced at me then up at the ceiling.”

. . .

“Kairyn wants to speak to Mr. Locksley. Think you could put him on the phone?”

. . .

“Yes, thank you.” Merrick handed me the phone and with a shaking hand, I put it to my ear.


I waited for a few minutes. Worry filled my heart. Why was it taking so long? What if something happened? I looked at Merrick and he mouthed the word ‘relax’. A few seconds later I heard a familiar voice come on the phone.




“Daddy! Oh, daddy, it’s me!” I reassured him.


“How are you? Are you hurt? Are the men treating you well?”


“I’m fine daddy! Are you okay? How’s mama? Is she coping well? I miss you two so much!” My voice cracked and a simple tear slid down my right cheek. I couldn’t believe I was finally talking to my dad.


“Your mom is fine, worried to death about you, but holding up. When will we see you? I heard you were shot! Is your shoulder alright? I wish I could be there to hold you!” I could hear the fear in his voice.


“I’m fine, healing fast.” I smiled even though he couldn’t see me. “My shoulder hurts but I’ll live.” I looked at Merrick who seemed to be enjoying our little conversation. His smile made me smile even more. “As for when we’ll get to see each other . . .” I raised my eyebrows at Merrick. His smile fell and I knew the answer right away. “I’m not sure.” I choked out.


“I was afraid of that. I’ve tried to get to you but they won’t tell me where you are.” His fear put me on edge.


“Listen daddy, I love you and I promise I’m in good hands.”


 “I’m praying.” He added. “God will make things okay. You have to trust him.” I could hear him trying to smile.


“He is where we put our trust.” I put in. I gave my best smile as tears brimmed my eyes. “I love you daddy. And mama too!”


“And we love you! Stay by their sides baby girl, and don’t go anywhere by yourself. I love you.” My dad’s voice cracked and I did my best to hold it together.


“I love you, too. Bye, daddy.” I forced myself to say.


“I’ll see you soon.” He said before he hung up.


I slowly pulled the phone from my face. I stared at it then glanced up at Merrick who still sat next to me on the edge of the bed. I set the phone on the bed and stayed quiet. Merrick reached, I thought, for his phone but instead, brushed the tears from my face. “I’m sorry.” He spoke as tiny streams formed on my cheeks.


“When?” I asked.


“Soon.” He took my hand in his and squeezed. “I promise.”

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