Unlimited Power

Chapter Eleven

     Jennifer awakens in a strange bed and bolts upright.  Simeon is sitting in the room with her in a chair.  Was this creep watching me sleep, she asks herself before snapping at him.  "Where am I, you bastard." He just glares at her with his wicked smile as the fog lifts from her mind and she gasps remembering Mark's brutal beating and getting knocked out herself.  "Where is my husband?" she barks at Simeon. "My, my," he mocks, "no thank you for helping me or taking care of me while I was unconscious?" He sees that fury in her eyes once again. "Where. Is. My. Husband?" She trembles with anger as she asks him again. "He is resting peacefully in a coma at Kennedy General Hospital," he snaps back seething with anger himself the smile erased from his face. "Because you couldn't keep you mouth shut like I told you." Jennifer's mouth gapes open. She feels her chest tighten. Panic begins to set in. She barely hears Simeon's next words until she hears the part about staying with him for awhile. "Excuse me?" She says, "What did you just say?" He impatiently responds, "I said that you will remain here to work for me until I see fit that your punishment and debt to my company are paid.  Until Mark improves there is no need for you to return home and this way I can keep a better eye on you without using my vast resources."  She can barely believe what she is hearing.  The shock still hasn't set in that her husband's life is in jeopardy and it's all her fault. She should have never helped James with that damn program.
      "Earth to Jennifer," Simeon says getting your attention once again.  "It's best to get your rest, we have a big project starting tomorrow and you will need your energy."  She doesn't like the way he smiles when he says this and it angers her again.  "I am not staying here as your prisoner and you can shove your company and this punishment up your ass."  He moves so fast from his chair it is astonishing.  His hand gripping the back of her head by her hair, he turns her head to a monitor on the wall which flickers to life with a remote in his hand. On it is an image of Mark in the hospital, tubes coming from his mouth and arms, machines beeping and chirping.  "All I have to do is make one call," he says, "and that nurse right there will inject him with something that will be undetectable and it will look like Mark had a heart attack or just passed from complications from the coma.  Jennifer tries to look away but he holds her head firm.  "So just try me once again, Jennifer, and see if I am still bluffing."  The tears roll freely down her cheeks now and he releases her head and hands her a drink of water.  Soon she feels very tired and realizes he must have given her sedative because she drifts off into a deep comfortable sleep.  Sleep that thankfully relieves her temporarily of this nightmare her life has become.