| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 211 |
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Date Posted: Sunday, June 05, 05:42:06pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Michael had pulled his Mercedes to a side entrance of the hotel and as Adrian held the car door open, Michael placed the unconscious Nikita into the back seat of the automobile. As Adrian slid into the front seat, Michael darted to the driver’s seat and quickly engaged the gears. The silver Mercedes streaked away, heading south from Setubal on the autostrata. Michael glanced quickly at Nikita as she slouched in the rear seat.
“The tranquilizer will only last for over an hour, you will need to inject her again,” whispered Michael.
“I hated doing that to her...I hate deceiving her Michael. Perhaps we should have allowed her to return to Center and her father.”
“Once we determine if there are implants and have them removed....Nikita can return to her father....it’s what she wants.”
“You seem very certain we have been implanted with something Michael....not that I wouldn’t put it past the Society to use us somehow. I just don’t see for what purpose implanting tracking devices on us would serve. They must know of your whereabouts....or do they...perhaps they want to locate you and by our returning to the villa.....oh my goodness....I feel we have made a mistake!”
“NO....the Society know of my whereabouts...they used an old friend to trace me and ordered him to kill me. Fortunately, he decided to change his mind and work with me instead.”
“Well, I only hope Nikita will see fit to work with you also. I don’t wish to pry Michael, but she has developed an intense dislike for you....I thought you both cared for each other...when you came to my cottage I could see your love for each other...it was written all over your faces.”
Michael remained silent, then glanced over at Adrian. “I love Nikita...like no other woman....but if she does not feel the same....that is something I have no control over.”
“Well....control seems to be the issue here. I fear she thinks you are trying to control her....a trait many woman must come to terms with in their relationships.”
“Control? Nikita is her own person....I do not control her.”
Adrian smiled. “Men do not understand the various levels of control....especially powerful men, strong men....like you Michael. Women are attracted to strong, empowered men....then struggle to deal with feelings of domination.....sometimes it becomes a war of being dominated and the erotic desire to be dominated.”
“You seem to have knowledge of feelings between men and women Adrian.”
Adrian smiled.. “Perhaps I should set up a practice....nevertheless Michael....give her some space....I feel deep down Nikita loves you too.”
Michael glanced back at Nikita again, then returned to stare at the road stretching before him. “She may have had feelings for me at one time Adrian....but I have broken any possible trust now by what we have done.”
Adrian shrugged. “Perhaps....but I think she will reach into her heart some day.”
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Michael drove through the night, stopping only for gasoline. Nikita had remained unconscious for over two hours before stirring and coming to. Michael had pulled the car into a layby when Nikita fought to regain consciousness; he had carefully injected another dose of tranquilizer into her arm. Adrian had gone to use the restroom as Michael sat in the back seat with Nikita after injecting the drug. He brushed back hair from her face and gently kissed her forehead and cheeks.
“I am sorry I have done this to you Nikita...I do not wish to harm you....I love you,” he whispered.
Once they were on the highway again, Adrian smiled and looked over at Michael. “You may have to lock her up at the villa....she’s going to fight you Michael.”
“Possibly. Once I have a paramedic-technician do a trace for implants....and remove them....she is free to leave.”
“Is that wise? Surely the Society will be watching....following her...they may harm her.”
“It will be Nikita’s decision....only she will decide when and where she wishes to go.”
The night sky began to glow with daybreak as Michael wheeled the Mercedes into the villa compound. Adrian was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. Two men raced from the villa, one opening Michael’s door.
“We were concerned sir...we didn’t hear anything from you.”
“I’m fine.”
Adrian awoke and climbed from the Mercedes. “If you don’t mind Michael....may I have a small nap before your paramedic performs his search on me.”
“I think you should prepare yourself immediately Adrian. The search will be painless...fortunately, Dalton has highly sophisticated equipment to detect any devices....the machine is just like an MRI. Please go with my men....they will prepare you.” Michael looked at the men. “Get the paramedic to set up the T-scan machine...he is to check over Mrs Maxwell for any tracking devices...any implants. I’ll bring Nikita to medical for the T-scan shortly.”
The men nodded and led Adrian away. Michael carefully lifted Nikita from the back seat; she stirred and moaned. Nudging open the door to their suite, he walked into the bedroom and gently placed Nikita on the bed. The affects of the second tranquilizer were wearing off as Nikita fought to open her eyes; she twisted on the bed and moaned. Michael returned from the bathroom with a towel dampened in cold water. He stroked her face with the towel as Nikita continued to moan.
Michael longed to clutch her body to his; to comfort her; he fought his growing desire to possess her. He recalled Adrian’s words about power and domination. Would he ever understand what it would take to make Nikita love him again. Once again, he had no roadmap for the direction he should take.
Michael’s cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. “Yes? What kind of implant? Remove it immediately and transport it to the detonation site! I’m bringing Nikita to medical for the T-scan...no doubt she has the same implant.”
Michael slammed his cell phone shut and bent to scoop up Nikita in his arms. She was waking up and began to struggle, swinging her arms wildly. Michael placed her on the bed again and pushed his finger on a pressure point in her neck, rendering her unconscious again. He grimaced as he looked down at her.
“I’m so sorry Nikita....I only wish to protect you......” He scooped her up and swiftly made his way to medical.
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