Chapter 137 - Sub-level (2/2)

”You need to do as you're told,” I frowned at the ceiling. Even though it was Demos's voice it didn't sound like him.

”Demos? What was the first gift I gave you? You know the one you hated, the one I bought at our thrift shop?” I smiled at the memory. Silence.

”What are you talking about? This is no time for silly memories. Our situation is critical,” he snapped. He was right, still, that doubt lingered. Gripping the front of my shirt to ease my racing heart I went on.

”That day, I got Grant his pink apron,” my voice waver as the thought. Please, Demos tell me you're there. Please tell me you're still there, I prayed.

”Can you please come down here,” he sighed with exasperation. I looked up with teary eyes. I had to insist, I just had to.

”If you don't answer, I won't come!” I shouted, clenching my hands into fists.

”Liliane, baby, why are you so upset? I only want to protect you from harm,” his tone lowered to a whisper. ”Atlas has sent his cyborgs to Grant as we speak. Everything will be ok. Come on, baby just come to your mate,” I inhaled sharply. This was definitely not Demos. This was someone else.

”Demos, what was the name of the man who attacked Grant?” it came out harsh and angry. There was a long sigh.

”Liliane, if you don't come right now...I'll chop up Grant, Olga and everyone you care about,” said Atlas with intent. I shivered my whole body went cold. Demos...He...I couldn't bring myself to utter the possibility.

”Shut up, stupid. He is out there, he is ok,” I forced myself to move since the elevator was out of the question I ran in panic to the first door. Grabbed the knob and rattled it when it didn't open.

”Liliane, please don't make me come get you. I won't be nice,” I turned to the other door ignoring that bastard. Again, this one was locked. Giving up I rushed to the end of the corridor and saw an exit sign. A red door appeared before me. I pushed it open and it didn't resist. I let out a chuckle of triumph.

”Liliane!” he shouted making me flinch. ”You can't escape, you a weak female who can't do anything on her own. You can't win against me. No one can! I'll kill every last one of you,” I peeked into the dim staircase. Then bolted without thinking. F.u.c.k this, I'm getting out of here. Grant, Demos, Olga guys please be alive...or whatever the hell artificial are. Please don't leave me alone.