From Prison To Dominance!

Chapter 6

“Get the fuck away from her!”

Luther’s voice echoed in the alley.

Behind him, an older man stepped out of the passenger side with a leather bag swinging from his fingers, like a prop he’d carried a thousand times before.

“How dare you put your filthy hands on my girlfriend?” Luther yelled at Rhys again.

The black smoke had ceased now. The healing process had been interrupted by the barking of this rabid man.

Rhys growled and stepped back.

“Luther! Where the hell have you been? I called you eleven times!” Sera asked him, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Forgive me, Mrs Longwater. I was getting Anna the best doctor money can buy.” He quickly took Sera’s hand and kissed it.

Then, he jabbed a finger back toward the man in the coat.

“Dr. Whitfield flew in from Geneva. He has over forty years experience as a doctor. No one is more equipped to take care of Anna like him.”

Sera gazed at the man. Her fears had suddenly calmed a bit, because of his reputation.

Luther’s eyes flashed to Rhys.

“And I come back to find some gutter rat with his hands on her chest!”

“He was trying to help Anna,” Sera chipped in.

“Is he a doctor?” Dr Whitfield asked.

“No. But—“

“Quacks. These criminals are a plague to the medical world. He’s obviously one.” Dr Whitfield cut Sera off, gazing at Rhys’s outfit.

“You picked the wrong family to scam. I will have you thrown so far back into a cell they’ll forget your name.” Luther yelled at Rhys.

“She has four minutes now,” Rhys said.

The words landed like a slap. Sera’s breath caught somewhere in her throat. Her heart started racing again.

Dr. Whitfield set his bag down without urgency, crouched, checked Anna’s pulse, and peeled back an eyelid with two fingers.

Then he rose, smoothing his coat, wearing a bright smile on his face.

“There’s nothing to worry about. It’s simply exhaustion,” he announced.

“The body shutting itself down to survive its own owner. Suspended animation. She’ll open her eyes in a few hours and ask why everyone looks like they’ve seen a ghost. Quite rare, but I’ve seen this before. Many times”

Dr Whitfield smiled again.

Sera's eyes darted between him and Anna, who still looked pale and blue.

“She won’t wake up.” Rhys simply stated. All eyes fell on him.

“This isn’t suspended animation. Her energy’s blocked. This is Hollow Sleep. She will die if nothing’s done.” He added.

Dr Whitmore blinked.

Did this poverty stricken street fellow just challenge him?

Whitfield chuckled.

“Hollow Sleep?” He said the words like they’d dirtied his mouth.

“There is no such condition in any medical journal on this earth. I don’t know what circus you crawled out of, boy, but this…” he swept a hand at Rhys, head to boots, “…is a scam. Preying on a terrified mother in a back alley. It’s pathetic, even for a criminal.”

Sera’s eyes darted between the two men. From Dr Whitfield to Rhys. She didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“Please, Mrs Longwater.” Luther slid an arm around her like a leash. “Listen to the actual doctor. Not some street trash who looks like a homeless urchin.”

“I won’t make this offer again, Ma’am. Your daughter’s life is in your hands.” Rhys stated with the finality of a man who had already decided.

Dr Whitfield straightened his cuffs.

“Tell you what. Since you’re so certain. Wake her up, and I’ll kneel in this alley myself and call you Master in front of everyone here. But if you fail…”

His smile twisted into something darker, “…I’ll have these men break every finger you touched her with, and then I’ll have you arrested where you’d rot in jail for life.”

The guards fanned out at the mouth of the alley without being told. They thought Rhys would try to run.

“Deal. But you won’t just kneel. You’ll slap yourself. Hard. In front of everyone standing here.” Rhys added.

Whitfield didn’t hesitate.

“Fine,” he said, already savoring it, since none of it will be happening anyway.

Rhys turned back to the car, where Anna’s lips had gone from blue to something closer to grey.

He checked his watch.

“Fuck. You wasted her time. Now she has a minute until it starts!” Rhys gritted his teeth.

Luther scoffed. “Until what starts?”

“The convulsions.” Rhys replied, already dashing to the car.

“Ha! There are no bloody convulsions—“

Crack!

Anna’s spine suddenly seized.

Her muscles tensed.

And before the glaring eyes of the shocked crowd, her body jerked violently!