Chapter 13 - The Descent into Hell
Ethan violently threw the weeping, corrupt doctor completely across the reception area, letting his tactical team violently zip-tie the man to a heavy chair. He didn't waste a single second. He sprinted toward the heavy, reinforced steel door leading to the lower levels, violently kicking it open.
The air in the stairwell was suffocatingly stale, completely reeking of heavy antiseptic, despair, and damp concrete. As Ethan descended into the sub-basement, the horrific reality of the nightmare his wife had endured for over a year violently crushed his chest. This wasn't a hospital; it was an absolute, undisputed dungeon.
The hallway was incredibly dim, illuminated only by flickering, sickly yellow fluorescent lights. The heavy steel doors lining the walls had no windows, only small, barred feeding slots. The terrifying, muffled sounds of heavily medicated patients weeping echoed softly through the cold air.
Ethan ran down the corridor, his intense brown eyes desperately scanning the faded numbers painted on the heavy steel doors. 4A... 4C...
He violently stopped in front of Cell 4B.
The heavy deadbolts on the outside of the door were locked tightly. Ethan raised his weapon, entirely prepared to shoot the lock completely off the heavy metal, but his lead operative quickly stepped forward with a heavy, specialized breaching crowbar.
With a deafening, metallic CRACK, the operative violently shattered the locking mechanism, prying the heavy steel door completely open.
Ethan pushed past his men, his heart hammering violently against his ribs. He stepped into the tiny, freezing, windowless concrete cell. The room was entirely dark, save for the faint light spilling in from the hallway.
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Sitting curled into a tight, trembling ball on the corner of a thin, filthy mattress was a woman.
👉 How will the traumatized, heavily medicated wife react when she finally sees the man she loves?
