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?

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15. Chapter Fourteen

Kairyn:

 

The ruffians and I had been walking for miles now. We were a good five miles from the bridge and from what I heard the men talking about, we were meeting Samuel Turner at Sunrise, which meant I would be staying the night with these convicts.

 

I was nervous but not alone. Merrick crept alongside us about twenty yards out. He wouldn’t come into view, so I hadn’t seen him for a while, but I knew he was there because of the signs. Small flowers would be placed on trees and certain bushes. He had placed them there as a reminder that he would not leave me with these men. The flowers were beautiful, but placed sparingly so that Mason, the tracker, would not get suspicious. I was surprised he hadn’t figured out that we were being watched.

 

“We’ll camp here.” Mason bellowed. Tie the girl to that tree,” he pointed to a medium sized tree that was in the middle of where we would be staying the night. I was thrown down in front of the tree and tied to it with more ropes. My exhaustion levels were rising and I needed water. My backpack was sitting next to Caleb who was resting a few feet away from me.

 

Caleb glanced my way and then averted his eyes. “Coward,” I mumbled. I leaned back against the tree and glanced up. The stars put on a show tonight through a space in the trees. I counted as many as I possibly could, but was interrupted at a hundred and twenty-five.

 

“Drink,” Mason shoved a cup of water to my face. I glared at him and then turned away. “I said drink!” He yelled, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.

 

“Not for you.” I said then spat at him. Mason’s face was turned red with anger, as he let go of my chin and wiped his face. Caleb moved fast as Mason’s anger flared. The massive man lifted his hand to slap me but Caleb grabbed his arm, stopping him in mid swing. I flinched, my eyes wide.

 

“Let me try.” He spoke to the angry Australian.

 

“Big brother to the rescue, ‘ay?” Mason sneered. “Next time you won’t be so lucky, puppet.” He shoved the cup in Caleb’s chest, splashing water on his dirty shirt, then stood and walked away. Caleb watched Mason until he was sitting down on his pallet of blankets. He turned to me and shook his head.

“Are you stupid? A hit from him would have killed you!” He whispered loudly.

 

“Like you care,” I said then shifted against the tree.

 

“I do care, but I won’t have anyone to care for if they get themselves killed!” His low voice was still so unreal.

 

“Go away Caleb. I don’t want to speak to you.” I just wanted to be alone while I waited for Merrick to rescue me.

 

“Kairyn,” he whispered, “you need water. You haven’t had any all day and you’ll get dehydrated if you don’t drink this.”

 

He was right, and if I wanted to be able to keep up with Merrick as we escaped, I would need to be well hydrated. “How do I know it isn’t poisoned?” My voice was suddenly weak. I felt vulnerable.

 

Caleb’s eyes glanced down at the cup then back at me. Something in his eyes questioned his colleague, mason. He glanced at me, frowning and poured out the water. I watched as the liquid flowed in a steady river through the grass. My eyes shot back to Caleb as he stood and walked over to his bag, pulling out a fresh bottle of water. He walked back over to me, stepping around sleeping men.

 

“Here,” he unscrewed the plastic lid and held the bottle to my lips. When I hesitated he rolled his eyes and then brought the bottle to his mouth, taking a drink. He swallowed then wiped his mouth. “See? It’s fine. Take a drink.” He put the bottle to my lips once more and I eyed him as I opened my mouth and let him pour the cool liquid in.

 

I hadn’t noticed how parched I was. I took a long drink then Caleb screwed the lid back on. “Better?” I hesitantly nodded. “Good, now get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.” Then he stood and walked over to his blanket to lie down. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

 

Once everyone else was asleep, including the man on watch, I reached for the knife I had hid in the hem of my jeans. When I shifted away from Mason earlier I felt the knife slip, reminding me I had a weapon. The ropes made it difficult to grab as I reached farther into the hem of my jeans. I finally grasped it and pulled it out. I was careful not to cut myself as I turned it upwards and started cutting through the ropes on my wrists. I cut up and down until the first layer of rope snapped. The rest of the rope fell from my wrists and I maneuvered my right hand to cut the rope the hugged me against the tree.

 

I froze as a man shifted next to me. He turned over on his side and I forced down a gasp as the white in his eyes stared directly at me. I readied myself for the attack but breathed out a sigh as he let out a snore. He was asleep with his eyes open. As Creepy as it was, I was relieved.

 

The rope around me broke loose as I finished cutting through it. The knife went back in the hem of my jeans and I stood slowly, trying my best not to make a sound. Leaves crinkled under my feet as I neared Caleb to retrieve my backpack. Once I had it, I took the bottle of water Caleb had shared with me and placed it in my backpack. Then, I retreated from the campsite and waited until I was a good twenty yards away before I started running. I dodged trees and boulders, never turning to look behind me. Trees scraped my arms but I ignored the stings. Merrick had to be around here somewhere. He wouldn’t rest until he knew I was safe and I knew for a fact he had to of been watching me at the campsite.

 

“She’s escaped!” I faintly heard Mason’s voice. “Get up men and find her!” I pushed myself harder and gained speed I had no idea I had. Feeling confident I glanced back to see if they were on my trail. No one was there.

 

After running for at least two and a half miles, I slowed my pace. I was out of breath, my sides ached, and I needed water. I pulled out the water from my back pack and drank it slowly and sparingly. I had been running in the opposite direction of the men, towards the bridge. I followed the path of the small flowers Merrick had placed for me. I made a mental note to thank him later.

 

I set the water back in my bag and started on my way again, taking small breaks here and there. My high school track coach would have been so proud of all the running I had done in the past three days, let alone the past two months. Thank goodness I had been a long distance runner.

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