They hurt me; I’m not gonna lie. But I still had wits enough to notice...
The door was broken open...
And I could see part of another door across a narrow hallway as it slid open and Dr. Captain bolted out, yelling, “Stand down! Stand down!” as he ran into my room.
It must have been adrenaline kicking in at Mach 2 that got me going, because I managed to kick two guards aside, scramble to my feet and grab Dr. Captain around the waist. To his very loud horror.
The door across the hall was sliding closed, so I jumped against it, still holding him, got it to automatically reverse and tumbled into the new room. The door was about to close when the guards pushed against it so I literally rolled to my feet, still holding Dr. Captain, and slammed back against the far wall and whipped an arm around his neck. Then I howled, “Stay out or I’ll rip his head off.”
That startled them enough to stumble back...and let the door close. Then I slung Dr. Captain aside, scrambled across and slammed against it, knocking it off its runner, jamming it.
I looked around to find the little fuck grabbing at a cart piled with utensils next to...
Holy shit! Next to Irin! Who was looking at me in awe! He was strapped down on a chair like mine, naked, a rod up his urethra and his dick erect, and a tube connected to a controller rammed up his ass...just barely whirring. Like had been done to me.
Let me tell you something. No question I ached from head to toe. My ribs were screaming I’d gone way overboard in this fight. I was exhausted beyond belief. But the second I saw his face...his smile...the hope in his lovely eyes...it all vanished and I could have torn apart a hundred guards. So what great and glorious thing did I say to commemorate the moment?
“Hi, babe. How you doin’?”
Yeah, real erudite. But it got him to try to give me a thumbs up. And I do mean try; he was shaking and could barely control his hands.
That’s when I noticed on the other side of him was Helga, a tumbler a third full of cum, looking at me as if I was a ghost.
Or a beast.
Ready to dine on her.
The fucking cunt.
Dr. Captain got between me and her, a scalpel in his hand. That son-of-a-bitch was going to protect her? He’ll regret it, I promise you.
They were pounding on the door, behind me, trying to get it open...and would soon. So I edged closer to Dr. Captain and Helga, forcing them back...and back...into a corner...
Until I could grab the cart, sling all the shit on it across the room and pick it up to slam against the wall. This room looked exactly like mine, so I figured there would be a similar table and bench slot, in a similar area, and I wanted to find it.
BAM! Nothing. So to the left and ...
BAM! Nothing. More to the left and...
BAM! Nothing.
Dr. Captain and Helga were watching me in horror, like I was a wild animal. To be honest, I was pretty damn close. I hit that wall twice more before...
It buckled. Another hit and the façade twisted aside...and out came the table and bench, as if I’d called for it. And I felt a hint of fresh, kind of dank air.
The main door was almost open so I stormed over to Irin. Grabbed a scalpel up off the floor, on the way.
Dr. Captain and Helga backed into another corner, him still waving the scalpel at me.
I used the one I had to slice through the straps binding Irin. Cut him a little, which made him yelp but seemed to give him enough focus to shop shaking and, the second his hands were free, yank that fucking pipe out of his dick with a grunt. I pulled the tube out of his ass and threw it at Dr. Captain.
“Use it on yourselves, you sick fucks,” I howled.
Then I yanked the table and bench off its runner. It was open space behind it. I had no idea where it led, but anywhere was better than here, right now. So I shoved Irin in, followed him and yanked the table and bench after me, jamming it in place...
And rolled across a narrow corridor into another room.
A fucking kitchen!
Irin had tumbled into the room and was standing leaned against a stainless steel table, a butcher knife in hand, waving it at the kitchen crew. Who were scrambling away into elevators at the far end.
Damn, this place had some serious soundproofing, ‘cause I’d never even heard the noise of a kitchen at work.
I saw a door where the hall between our rooms probably ended and shoved the table against it, moments before someone tried to get in. Irin joined me and patted my side then pointed to...
An exit sign. Over a door in a corner to my left.
I still had those pajama bottoms on, barely. I took a moment to tie them tight around my hips. Irin grabbed two aprons off a rack, saying, “We gotta...gotta get the fuck gone...gone.”
“You good at climbing?” I asked, remembering the Beast had told me we were two miles underground.
“Whatever I gotta do...” he said.
I shoved him over to the exit door and we slipped through as quietly as we could. There was a diagram on the wall next to the door that showed the escape routes, including this and another door as well as the elevators. I got the impression we were at the bottom of this stairwell, so we were going up.
And I was right.
Dammit.
We slammed up a whole five flights before it ended at another door. He and I both were pretty wiped and breathing hard, and my legs were close to converting into rubber, they were so wobbly. This would not do, running up God only knew how many more flights of stairs.
It took me a moment to peek out the door to find we were at the end of another long, bland, office-like corridor of what looked like classroom doors. More people in lab coats and holding tablets were walking about as if nothing was going on, downstairs.
At the far end was another exit sign, but no way could we get to it, not dressed as I was while Irin...
Well, Irin was in the aprons. He’d bound them together, in front and back, like a kilt...just with slits on each side so you could better see his legs. Ho, and was he fucking gorgeous.
And did he still have that butcher knife. Man, I should've grabbed one, too; he always was smarter than me.
“Dirc, you know how far underground we are?”
I sighed. No sense lying to him. “Couple miles.”
He wrapped his arms around me, from behind, and spooned me. “We’ll never make that.”
“If you got a better idea...”
I heard the doors far below crash open and men’s incoherent voices echo up to us.
“Somethin’ that woman said,” he murmured. “The bitch who...she was...”
His voice filled with pain and trailed off.
I grabbed his hands with my hands and raised them to my lips. The knife gleamed in the little bit of light, and his grip on it was intense. He rested his head against the nape of my neck. It felt so good.
“You know?” he whispered.
I nodded.
He sighed. “Of course. So...she said...how this place...this buildin’...it was stupid. Somethin’ ‘bout they added where there was space. Didn’t hollow anything out.”
For a second I thought about the Beast and his outter space restaurant, but then the construction part of my past kicked into gear and I said, “Space? Like...like a cave?”
“That’s what I thought.”
“The beast’s ship was in a cave, when it crash landed...”
“I never been much on those things, but...”
“But if we can find a way out of this place, we can hide. Rest. Relax. Find water...”
The voices were getting closer, now calling “Clear” and “Move up!”
To my right was a blank wall, ending the corridor. Across from us was an open door that had a big glass window in it with wire mesh. It led into some kind of classroom. I looked down the hall, saw no one paying any attention our way, so yanked Irin across to it and quietly shut the door behind us.
And locked it.
And we kept close to the floor, by a desk.
This was a long room trailing to my left, with tables of beakers and test tubes and bunsen burners and computers, none of which were fired up. No help at all, except as something to throw at the assholes chasing us.
Then I froze. I spun around and peeked out that door’s window to see...
An emergency diagram next to the exit door. It showed evacuation routes and had images of the stairs. At this end...going down...and at the far end, going up. With elevators midway between.
So the stairs we’d just come up were an escape route? Going down?
But how to get out? Where? Unless...
Unless...
Unless there was a way out in case of emergency.
That hint of air when I’d yanked open the table and bench...
“Oh, fuck, Irin, we gotta go back to the kitchen.”
“That’ll be fun.”
“But I...I think there’s a way out of the building, there and...”
The door to the stairwell crashed open and footsteps lumbered into the corridor. Irin and I ducked under a desk next to the door, then I peeked over it to see shadows crossing its window.
And someone tried to open the door.
“Locked!” said one of the guards.
“Break in?” Another asked.
“There’s another door, down here. C’mon.”
Other voices called from down the corridor, “What’s going on? What’re you looking for? Hey, this is a secure area!” and the like.
“We need your code keys! NOW!” After which came a lot of incoherent shouting.
I nudged Irin. “You up for it?”
He held the knife in a jabbing position, smiling.
Then I froze. My eyes locked on an Arc lighter atop of the counters. I looked up and there were sprinklers all over the place.
I slipped over, grabbed the lighter, saw its charge was 80% and scurried behind the desk. I dug into a filing drawer for lots of paper and started setting sheets ablaze.
Irin got the idea and started crumpling folders and notebooks and anything else he could find to throw on the flames. In seconds we had a nice blaze going.
The fire alarm sounded and the sprinklers opened, showering everything. Including us.
That’s when I unlocked the door, yanked it open and before the guard that was there could react, whipped an arm around his neck and swung him into the room. He had a fucking AR-15 so I grabbed that off him and fired wildly down the corridor.
It was already pretty chaotic, with the sprinklers showering everyone and the alarm screaming and the guards freaking out as the lab techies freaked out more.
Irin scrambled across the corridor, behind me, just like in a fucking movie, and bolted down the stairs. I followed, rifle in hand. Things were a bit more even, now, weren’t they, assholes?
Jumping down was a lot easier than running up, so in seconds we were slamming back into the kitchen...
And now what?
“Fridge!” I snarled. “Food!”
Irin jumped over to it, grabbed packets of stuff and bread and jars and wrapped them into another apron as I bolted back to the table and bench’s hole. I fired up the lighter and could just see...
Above it was an opening showing rock. The rooms holding Irin and myself were an extension from the kitchen into an open area!
Well, that explained the sound-proofing. The space between kept the kitchen help from hearing us scream, the assholes.
I squeezed myself into the space, just barely big enough for me and the rifle, and scooted down a few feet. Fired up the lighter...and I could just make out there was rock at the end.
“Follow me,” I called, and kept scooting down the area. Irin was soon right behind me.
I reached the rocks to find they curved up and over into darkness, so I used my hands and arms to work my way up till I could get a good foothold and climb. I was ten feet above Irin, but could turn and reach down to get the bundle of food from him. I set it in a nook then helped him climb up to join me. We sat there, for a moment, in near total darkness. Letting our minds catch up to our bodies...or our bodies to our minds. Plus, those rocks were not easy on the souls of our feet.
We were in a small crevice that curled downward...with solid rock above us, so I used the respite to examine the exterior walls of the extension we’d been in. They were solid metal and barely fit into the space, thanks to a mass of stalactites drifting from the roof. I thought for a moment about walking across the tops of the enclosure and weaving through the stalactites, but worried that our footsteps might be heard.
Then I heard the soft trickling of water echoing up from below.
Beneath the enclosure. Where the crevice went.
“How’re your feet?” I murmured.
“Fucked,” he said in as soft a voice. “Yours?”
“Same. But there’s water...” I motioned down the crevice.
He cast me a wary glance. “Instead of up?”
I shrugged.
He smiled and pulled me into a kiss. Long and tender and so fucking right. Then he nuzzled me and whispered, “Whither thou goest, so goest I.”
That took me aback. “Bible verses?”
He chuckled. “Raised Presbyterian...whether I liked it or not.”
I touched my forehead to his. Now I knew we’d be okay.
I started the climb down the crevice, using the lighter to lead the way. He followed. It wasn’t easy. We tore the souls of our feet up, nicely. I thought about using one of his aprons as protection...but it wouldn’t have made that much difference.
There were soft echoes of them crashing into the kitchen and running around and calling to each other in confusion, voices that grew farther and farther away. No telling how long it would take them to figure out about the space between the buildings, and I wanted us as far away from those assholes as fast as possible
After about maybe half a mile of climbing down, the crevice opened into a small cavern with water dripping from stalactites into a pool. It looked so inviting, I just waded straight into it...and oh, did my feet love me, for that.
Irin sat on the side, letting his feet soak in it, and motioned to me, keeping his voice soft. “Lemme have the Arc.”
I handed it over and dipped underwater. When I came up, he had wrapped strips of an apron around the blade of the knife and set them ablaze. It lit up the entire cavern in ways so fucking gorgeous. Sparkling like stars. Reflecting the ripples in the water from my splashing around. I didn’t want to move.
“Charge is down to thirty-eight percent,” he said, holding the lighter up. Then he gasped. “Dirc, look...”
I turned to see some soggy sticks of wood stuck between a couple of stalagmites. I looked up and could see a narrow opening where the water was trickling down...
With the barest hint of light from far above.
“We’re not that far from the surface,” I said. Had the Beast lied to me? That didn’t make sense. It didn’t seem to really understand the concept of lying.
Irin stuck the knife’s handle between some rocks and joined me in the icy water.
“Oh, fuck, this feels so good,” he murmured as he spread open his arms, showing off his amazingly beautiful pecs, and floated, peacefully.
I guided him to me, then wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his neck and toyed with his very erect tits.
He sighed and said, “You’re my hero.”
“You’re my mate,” whispered from me. Then I motioned for him to look up at the light.
He did. Saw water dripping down, soft and easy. That single pinprick of promise filtering through. The moment was almost ethereal. Other-worldly. We stayed like that for...hell, I don’t know how long before he whispered, “Love you.”
I held him a bit tighter. “I wanted to say that to you, first.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was too lost in holding you.”
He chuckled, softly. “So we’re climbin’, huh.”
“Not right now. Rest. Recuperate. See if there is a way up. What’d you get in the way of food?”
“Sliced ham. Cheese. Mustard. Bread. Pickles.”
“Pickles?”
“Pickles. Can’t have ham and cheese without pickles. It’s illegal.”
I laughed, quietly but obviously. The rag-torch was growing dimmer, so I said, “Let’s grab those branches over there and see if we can dry ‘em out enough for a fire.”
He shook his head. “Take too long and they’ll smoke. Don’t want that.”
“Mountain man speak?”
“Mountain man learn from experience.”
“So sleep in darkness?”
“Not complete. That light coming through...it’ll soften the shadows.”
“We’ll turn into mole people.”
“I’d still fuck you.”
Oh. Um...“You...uh...you up for that, now?”
He tensed. “No...not that much...not...”
“Shh, it’s okay. Me neither. Just wanna hold you.”
“Thank you.”
“Cut it out. I love you, Irin. I’m not just in lust with you.”
He wrapped his hands around my arms and his voice grew thick and emotional. He was close to tears. Finally he gasped, “Oh, fuck, Dirc, what’re we gonna do?”
I kissed the top of his head and whispered, “Eat. Rest. Worry about that shit when we get out of here.”
“You think we will?”
“I fucking know it.”
Which I did, and for one reason only.
I’d made promises to Dr. Captain and Helga, and I intended to keep them.
