Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Elizabeth glared at Rocking, though it was of more playful annoyance rather than hostility. Well, never in my life have I been compared to a cathedral. But I will be taking that as a compliment, she spoke with slight humor lacing her voice. It was minute and a careless listener would have never caught it. But she was certain that Rocking was not a careless listener. Not to give him ideas that she had gone soft, she turned back into her cold, calculated self instantly, maintaining a neutral disposition. It wasn't a 'comment' Ms Dwight. It was made outside of your hearing, and not intended for public consumption. Said as an act of defiance to that thug who was badmouthing you, and hoping to intimidate me. Hardly my fault if he chose to repeat it. And there he went, ruining an almost comfortable moment. She scoffed at him in displeasure and a small, minuscule part of herself was even disappointed at his dismissal of the comment. It never hurt a girl to hear that she was pretty a time or two. But she herself had evoked such a reaction from him acting all bitchy. She shouldn't even be bothered about him and his talk. He was a lowly clerk and she - she was the endangered CEO of the company. A chill ran down her spine at the unpleasant thought. Hold on , she mentally chastised herself, your father must be knowing about what had happened at the office. There must be already the best men around looking for you with their dangerous weapons and dogs tearing down places... And, erm, actually, I don't blame you if recent events have driven it out of your mind but... are you actually my boss? I never got it quite clear, amidst all your posturing and posing. Did you actually sack me? Or just threaten to? There was some talk, I recall, that indicated you regarded my job performance at slightly less than employer-of-the-month standard. She glared at the man wondering how stupid he possibly could be. Well, you see I never got to doing anything other than being kidnapped by a bunch of brutes after our little 'talk'. And sacking you hardly matters now as we -, her voice faltered a bit at the harsh truth, we might as well be dead by tomorrow. And anyways, I have got better things to do than to think about a lowly clerk's job. Your presence or absence hardly makes any difference to me, she knew that the last part was not true. Even though she did despise him, if he hadn't been there the thugs would have done something unspeakable to her. But she would be damned if she showed him that she appreciated his efforts. She accepted the piece of offered chocolate and bit on it, reminded that all she had had the day was just a satisfactory breakfast back home. The chocolate was probably the cheapest meal she ever had in her life but it was filling her stomach and that was well enough. And while it might not be exactly diplomatic to mention it... might I remind you that whatever our relative official status, right here and right now your status as queen-bitch super-rich executive probably doesn't carry quite as much weight as it might in another milieu. In fact, Taffy, Charlie and Psycho seem to have struck something of a blow for democracy, wouldn't you say? Right now, our status is about as equal as you could get, yeah? 'Alike in dignity,' as that writer guy from Birmingham put it. Well... almost alike, His words even though spoken casually, were a harsh reminder of the fact that she was in fact stripped of her beloved power in this filthy warehouse. She was - bile rose to her throat at the thought - just a commoner now, at the mercy of the thugs. Her eyes drifted off to him as he enjoyed his share of chocolate and noticed that his piece was relatively smaller than hers. She chose to let the comment go, not because she was not capable of brewing up a comeback but just because he was, well, actually correct. She was no CEO of Dwight Sons now and he was no lowly clerk. If one thought about it, he had a more stable future than hers. He would die - probably trying to save her as well - but she would be humiliated and degraded and raped for Lord knows how long, before the brutes pitied her - or simply got tired of her - and killed her off. The situation and her helplessness against it brought out a fresh round of tears which she was able to stifle after a couple of moments. Showing weakness in front of a man who had the power of selling her out to the kidnappers at the cost of his life would never help her. He peered below her skirt and she clenched her legs in retaliation, glaring at him. Except the cut and colour of my underwear's still a secret for the moment. If you know what's better for you, you will not do that again. Or else I am going to utilize my killer nails on your petty face and then relish the moment blood runs down your cheeks. Maybe stuff my shoe in your mouth since your voice has begun to offend me! A moment too late she realized that she did not have her stilettos on at all. But her legs were folded behind her, which prevented him from knowing that little blip of hers. Girlfriend, now? Hmmm. Actually, I don't recall ever offering you that particular status. The idea certainly never crossed my mind... though apparently, since you brought it up, it has yours. Tell you what, let's shelve that one till we get out of here, and talk about it in a more civilised atmosphere, hey? Elizabeth snorted at his deluded words. Please, spare me the visuals! Me , as your girlfriend? Men whom you do not even begin to compare with, grovel for my attention. I have had proposals from even Royalties. I can have anyone I want. And even if I didn't I would never ever stoop so low as to think of you romantically. So don't flatter yourself. I would rather have the Welshie than to actually be with you, she spat in contempt, And as for the usage of such a term, it was just spontaneous. I wasn't thinking clearly. She finished with her chocolate and sighed. Suffering through their behavior was one thing but sitting here anticipating their behavior was pure torture.