Nephilim and the Nun novel Chapter 7

Quinn:

I patiently waited for the woman for what felt like a whole day but couldn't have been more than a few hours. Tired of sitting on the sigil, I stood to my feet, pacing about the cell. If she was genuine, I couldn't tell. All I could do was hope it would be my chance of escaping my impending death. I paced around the cell till my feet began to ache, yet I didn't stop to sit. My ambition to escape was greater than the soreness of my aching feet. 

A while later, the loud thudding of her now familiar footsteps resounded throughout the basement. A ray of hope came to life in my soul yet I tried my best not to be too hopeful but it was a lost battle. I couldn't help it. She emerged from the shadows, striding towards my cell with purposeful steps. Getting to the cell, she took out a cloth from the paper bag she was carrying and spread it on the floor before taking a seat. I watched with interest, wondering what she was up to. Next, she took out a food container, a bottle of water, and two spoons, placing them close to the bars where we could both reach for them.

What the fuck is she up to? My subconscious gritted out.

"Seat. I delayed your meal in the morning so I could have an excuse to come back here".

Moving towards the bars, I took a seat opposite her, eyes staring intently into hers. Without uttering another word, she opened the food container and handed me a spoon. She dug into the food immediately, tasting it as she always does to confirm it's poison-free. I was agitated but I followed on with whatever she was doing.

After we devoured the food and washed it down with water, she packed the utensils back into the bag. 

"Turn around". She commanded.

My gaze narrowed down on her. I didn't trust her.

"If you want to get out of here, you better obey. You do not have all the time in the world".

In the end, my will to escape won my skepticism. Standing to my feet, I turned around, praying it was for a good reason.

"You can turn back now".

When I did, I saw a black cassock lying on the cloth she was seated on, a pair of tiny frames beside it, the boots I'd requested, and scissors. My eyes snapped to hers. A wide smile was etched on her face.

"Where did they come from?". I inquired.

"My body. I'd been wearing them under my uniform". 

I shook my head in amusement, a sly smile breaking out of my face. 

Immediately, I got to work. Firstly, I cut off the mass of long bushy hair to a shorter length. I should have cut the overgrown beards too but time was running out. The pain in my chest, while I was cutting my hair, reminded me of the bullet in my chest.

"The liquor". I growled out.