Delta: A Spy Novel

Chapter Twenty-Five

 Hello, y’all. So glad I’m updating. I really like the first half of this chapter…the rest annoys me. I couldn’t get it right…anyway. So yeah, hopefully this clears some stuff up if you’re completely lost – which I hope you’re not. Oh, and just to let you know – I have a new rule: I have to finish the following chapter before I update. For instance, I couldn’t update THIS chapter until I finished writing Chapter 26. You’re gonna complain, I know, but think about it. You’re not actually waiting longer. Because you JUST got Chapter 24. So yeah. That’s my rule. I’m so much more organized in uploading now! It’s great.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

♦       Charlie       ♦

            Blood.

            Sticky and wet, I could feel it congealing on my forehead even though my eyes were closed. Its taste filled my mouth, the iron in it tingling on my tongue as I slowly became conscious once more. I swallowed, tasted blood, and then realized that my hands were numb. My feet felt miles away and there was a burning pain through my ribs, sending sparks up my spine.

            And the blood.

            My eyes opened gradually, and as my vision began to return, I looked groggily around the room. Just as I had thought: I was bound tightly, the ropes digging into my wrists, calves, and ankles. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily as a searing pain shot through my forehead. The blood was trickling down my cheek now, and, reaching out with my tongue slightly, I could taste it as well.

            As far as I could tell, I was alone. The walls surrounding me were so white that they hurt my eyes, and there were no windows to be seen. As I lifted my head in an attempt to look around, something collided with it, sending pain through my entire body. Another moan came from my lips as my head flopped to the left, carried there by the fresh wave of pain that came with the blow of the back of someone’s hand.

            Three words: “Ele está acordado.”

            Portuguese. He is awake. Hoping that another blow wouldn’t come, I raised my head once more and found myself staring into a pair of jet black eyes framed by bushy dark eyebrows. I blinked, struggling to focus as the eyes swam in front of me. Another man was talking from the left, and a short laugh was uttered in my ear.

            “Como ele está?” came the voice from my left. How is he?

I tried turning my head to look at the speaker, but the man in front of me placed his hands on the sides of my head and wrenched it back to face him. The taste of blood in my mouth grew stronger as I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming at the fresh wave of agony that washed over me at the man’s brutal touch.

            A sardonic smile twisted over the man’s swarthy face. “Este é umforte,” he commented, raising an eyebrow. I glowered at him in hatred as spots danced before my eyes. I’d show him just how strong I was – if only I could get out of these stupid ropes that were binding me.