“MMMPPHHH! MMRRMMPPH MMPPHH!” Hudson screamed, furiously. “MMMPPPHHH!” She screamed on, till her throat was cracked and raw, as the peggies dragged her by the arms, through the narrow doorway into the next gloomy, ill-lit room of the bunker.
“You are wasting your...god-given voice, child.” John Seed was there, waiting for her, same placid smile and peaceful, welcoming eyes as he watched her brought in. “We are the only ones who can hear you, and though I take no displeasure in the sound, I am concerned for your wellbeing.” He gestured to an empty rolling chair, and her growling, mumbling captors hauled her toward it.
Her fucking wellbeing? Where had the psychotic's concern been when Joseph's thugs had kidnapped her from the helicopter crash? They'd beaten her black and blue, but she'd given as good as she'd gotten, before they'd finally restrained her.
Her eyes were black with exhaustion, one of them black-bruised, and both tear-stained.