Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

He did not miss the sudden switch in her voice. From her valiant attempts at defiance they did not fool him, for he had been too long in the game, but he respected her attempt to the sudden wistful, almost plaintive tone of regret. Kindly - for he could be kind, when he liked - he deliberately made no attempt to follow this up, or tease her about it. Having been abducted and then rescued by someone she so obviously despised, having to sleep in this flea pit, and looking like a rag bag into the bargain, he judged, was suffering enough without him adding to her problems. Standing behind her, he noticed that despite the efforts to straighten herself, the tail of her blouse was still untucked and, casually, he tucked the loose material back into the waist of her skirt. Looking too dishevelled, he knew, would make her easier to remember. And if anyone was watching unseen from the hotel, the fact he was doing this made them look more like the husband and wife they were pretending to be. There - all neat again, he chuckled, grabbing the battered, and almost empty cases perfectly in character for the roles they were portraying and leading her into the reception desk. Five minutes later, he threw the cases onto the double bed, and carefully checked no-one was lurking in the corridor outside, before turning on the shower to further mask his voice, then speaking to her. OK, we'll be here a couple of days, unfortunately. I daren't risk making the break before that. You can keep looking at me like I was a piece of shit if you like - I've had worse - but you might think it makes sense to smile a bit, to stop us getting on each others' nerves quite so easily. And if you decide to run out on me, like I said, you're on your own. I suggest don't. He began throwing the few available cushions, and two of the pillows, onto the floor. There you go. Big double bed to yourself. Try not to kick me when you step over me to get to the bathroom, tomorrow morning. Now what's next? Ah, yeah... Lifting one of the two shabby suitcases, he removed a few nondescript items of clothing, followed by a false bottom. Smiling, he began laying various items onto the bed. A good quality silk top by Courreges, a tight skirt in a soft material, a pair of sheer hose, and a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes. Finally he produced a small bottle of Chanel perfume. You'll have to wash your bra and panties and wear them again, I'm afraid, he smiled. There's only so much I could fit in here. And I needed the space in the other case for this. He opened the second case, removed the contents and false bottom, and pulled out some slabs of chocolate, expensive tins of fruit with a can opener, a fresh wrapped tin of beluga caviare, wrapped crackers, a jar of high quality coffee, and a bag of unblemished fruit. I can go down to room service to get our meals, he explained, but it's likely to be pretty pedestrian stuff. Since you have to be holed up here, I guessed you might like to at least eat decently. As he spoke, his practised eyes scanned the room, then he knelt and looked under the beds. The chances of the place being bugged was minuscule, but he never took chances. OK, all clear. We're safe. Now, I'll go take a walk in the corridor outside, check everything's totally safe, while you get changed.