Time Trap by Danele J. Rotharmel

Author:Danele J. Rotharmel [Rotharmel, Danele J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: religious fantasy, Science Fiction, christian science fiction, religious fiction, religious science fiction, christian fantasy
Publisher: Prism Book Group
Published: 2016-06-16T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Shutting the Wave Trapper off with his toe, Alex entered Dan’s office, carrying Phoebe. The first thing he saw was that Poppa had covered Dan’s couch with a plastic tarp. He didn’t have to wonder why.

“Too bright.”

Phoebe had been so silent that Alex jumped at her words. As she covered her eyes, he remembered teasing Dan about the dimmer switch in his office. When he’d questioned his brother, Dan simply shrugged and said Poppa had told him to install it. Realizing that Poppa had been right again, Alex dimmed the light.

As the harsh light softened, Phoebe took her hands from her eyes and spread her fingers. Her nails were caked with bloody grime. She stared at them and shuddered.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked gently, placing her on the couch and sitting beside her. He knew his question was stupid, but the silence felt uncomfortable.

“No,” she replied in a troubled voice. “I’m filthy, and I smell awful.”

Alex smoothed back her tangled hair. “I don’t mind.”

Phoebe blinked rapidly. Sighing, she lowered her head against his shoulder. “I’m tired.”

“Then try to rest,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Watching as she closed her uninjured eye, the compassion in his heart turned to sorrow. He’d never seen anyone who’d been so badly abused. Although he knew nothing about her, Alex knew he was going to do his best to protect this woman and help her regain her health.

* * *

It was so cold in their prison that Laura stood up and began marching in place. When Peter joined her, she laughed. “I feel like we’re in aerobics class. I can almost hear the instructor saying with an electric grin, ‘Get those knees up! Suck in your stomach! Remember to breathe!’”

“I love aerobics as much as the next person.” Peter chuckled. “But let’s see if we can do something more constructive, shall we?”

Together, they began pacing around their prison, looking for a way of escape they might have overlooked. There wasn’t one. After they felt warmer, Peter tried shouting to Phoebe. Laura listened intently, but she couldn’t hear a response. Her face fell. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was convinced that Phoebe was dead.

“Hand me a hairpin, will you?” Peter said, kneeling by the door.

“Gonna give it another go?” she asked, fingering her bun.

He took the bobby pin from her hand. “I might as well.”

After twenty minutes of fruitlessly trying to pick the lock, he muttered, “We need to make plans. This is getting us nowhere.”

“I agree,” she replied, rubbing her arms. “But what kind of plans can we make?”

“The next time Spider comes, we need to lure him closer.”

“I don’t see how,” she said, jogging in place. “He talks to us from above, and he doesn’t strike me as the type of person who’d care if we began having pseudo-convulsions.”

“He doesn’t care about our health, but I’ll bet that egomaniac cares about his pride.” Handing her the hairpin, Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “He seems to feed on power and fear.

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