Chapter 64: The Art of Control
"How pleasing…"
Richard was strapped to a hospital bed, unable to see, unable to move without assistance.
He was vulnerable, and finally helpless.
Exactly how Gabriel wanted him.
Gabriel stepped into the lowly lit room.
He didn't speak at first.
Instead, he let the silence stretch, suffocating, until Richard finally shifted.
"Who's there?" Richard's voice was hoarse, sounding frustrated and paranoid.
Gabriel smirked. "I see the procedure hasn't improved your manners."
Richard's entire body went rigid. That voice. He knew it.
"Frost," he spat, his fingers curled into the sheets.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Gabriel pulled up a chair and sat down leisurely.
"Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing."
Richard's breathing was uneven, his mind likely racing like a mad dog's.
"Adrian… Adrian brought me here."