Princess Of The Insurgents
/ Princess of the insurgents 26 A very difficult second awakening
"I'm going to kill you, Johnny. Where are you cowardly and why is it so cold all of a sudden?"
(Clicking) The thin lid of the box in corrugated iron can opens slightly, releasing outwards a cloud of something that could pass for carbonic snow.
Underneath the layer of earth, the thin hydraulic jacks squeak. After 20 seconds, one of the jacks stops working and only the small opening allows Jane to feel the relative heat of the underground room penetrate her box.
Decidedly, no, this boy is unreliable. Even what he builds is no better than a gadget at 1 dollar made in China, which you can find in shops for tourists.
Jane, trembling with cold, who does not want to stay another moment in this place that should be destined for dead meat, tries to straighten her body, in order to push the lid with her legs.
The sight of this useless effort makes Jane even more furious. Her body is so stiff that it is impossible for her to move a finger.
Anyway, as her teeth chatter against each other, Jane projects her brain waves against this cheap lid.
The corrugated iron folds in on itself. The jacks recovered from a small riding lawnmower break like glass and the lid covered with dirt is propelled towards the ceiling.
As a pile of dirt falls on her cold body, Jane clenches her teeth to suppress her anger. Did this man mean to bury her alive? It's very possible, yes. Jane, who knows that she is momentarily unable to make a move, sighs and makes the decision to wait calmly.
Her decision was the right one, for it took a great deal of calm and patience to bear the few hours that allowed her to move her right index finger. Jane suspects that a body no different than a big ice cream won't allow her muscles to perform their functions immediately after she wakes up, but she considers that the wait is still a bit long.
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It takes another three days for a Jane, whose anger has returned, to climb the box with difficulty and finally put her two feet on the ground.
Curiously, she is neither hungry nor thirsty. Perhaps it is due to the different intravenous she has just pulled out? Like all those electrodes she has just torn out of her skull, before recovering some of her physical capacities, Jane had not noticed that more than 10 intravenous tubes were entering her body.
For the moment, all these things are secondary, because, plunged in total darkness, Jane doesn't know if this room is equipped with a switch.
It's so cold. Jane runs her hand over her beautiful blonde hair, but one of her locks breaks and stays in her hand. Furious, she swears and wishes Johnny a thousand deaths, before she feels a strange embarrassment coming from her small breasts.
In this warmer room, her body who no longer connected to the box, recovers faster. But when she runs her hand over her breasts and feels her erect nipples harder than rock, after a tremor, Jane drops her arms in desperation.
Her basic personal assistant doesn't have the application (flashlight), she may not find a light switch in this room set up by a careless geek and her clothes are soaked. Could she be in an even worse situation?
Convinced that she couldn't, Jane takes her courage back and decides to move slowly, reaching forward with her hands, to avoid any obstacles that might stand in her way.
Luckily, apart from this cursed box, the room is empty and in less than a minute, Jane finds the corridor that she and Johnny have borrowed to come here. Between the various pebbles on the floor, the various natural obstacles and the protruding stones that stick out of the rock wall, Jane's progress is not without difficulty.
"Help! Somebody, quick, something with full of paws just went into my bra...
...Kyaa, I beg you, please stop biting the back of my neck."
Panicked by what she remembers to be large spiders with hairy legs, Jane concentrates on scanning the area with her brain waves. It's at the moment, when she expels her waves in all directions that she is speechless in the face of what has just happened.
Her offensive must have worked, but more than being relieved by the fact that the spiders have moved away, Jane, who diffuses her brain waves again in the same way she did previously, can perceive the pattern of the place.
It's still dark, her eyes can't see an inch in front of her, but wherever her brain waves are spreading, a sort of grey 3D map appears in her brain. Perhaps this is the method that some marine predators use to spot their prey? Jane doesn't know how to define this ability, but one thing is certain: it's very practical.
Happily, as she spreads her waves forward, Jane, whose body has warmed up, starts running towards where she should logically find the exit to the tunnel.
A little rich girl is definitely better suited to shopping than sports. With her hands on her aching knees, exhausted Jane exhales to catch her breath.
After a slow but steady walk that suits her limited physical abilities, her eyes light up when, at the end of the rocky corridor, she finally sees the exit.
Johnny is certainly untrustworthy, but even him must have thought a way to open this thing. Convinced that her reasoning is correct, Jane directs her eyes toward floor and walls, looking for some lever or mechanism hidden in the wall the same as the one in the tree.
To her right, Jane spots a small notch that stands out from the rock face, which at this place is perfectly smooth. Without wasting a second, she puts her finger on it and pushes the notch backwards.
Jane is not mistaken, because after a thud, a mechanism that probably has to be hidden in the rock face makes a rolling noise. The thick metal plate turns on itself, then after a loud (Clap) and a few jolts, it separates from the rock.
How long has it been since she's seen daylight? A week, maybe? Frozen by a dubious scientist who to study her buried her and to kept her alive, then connected a lot of things on her perfect body, her painful ordeal could have been much longer if she had not woken up thanks to the strength of her will.
With her eyes directed towards a strange red sky, Jane manages to draw a conclusion that makes her a particularly resilient person who managed to free herself only by her unfailing will. The beautiful smile on her lips gradually fades as that her memories are resurfacing.
For Jane, who was long immersed in a dreamless sleep, the notion of the past time is totally wrong. According to her, in addition to the few hours she slept, 3 more days to get out of this box have passed. 3 days are not that long, but why doesn't she see the tall trees twho are supposed to compose this dense forest?
A little worried, Jane crosses the last few feet that separate her from the outside with apprehension. Once out of the cave where she thinks she was buried alive to be used as a guinea pig, her mouth opens in stupor and it is then that some of the words of the infamous Johnny, come back to her memory.
"This chamber allows you to sleep a long time without getting old. This is also where you'll spend the next 10 years. You're so lucky, Jane."
On the parched earth, once so rich where erected the beautiful forest, now, nowhere in sight. In this green place, preserved from pollution, that concealed her stone coffin, Jane screams toward the sky of blood.
"Lucky my butt. I'm tired of changing epoch every 10 days."
Chapter end
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