Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Suddenly their jeers and lewdness halted for a moment and Elizabeth looked up sniffling. She found Rocking sitting in front of her, almost protectively. His posture still exuded careless confidence yet there was something dangerous underneath it. The men glared at the duo. Elizabeth felt something nudging her thigh and she looked down to find Rocking's leg trying to pull her skirt down. Her initial reaction was to be disgusted that he had his dirty shoe on her expensive skirt but when she realized his real motives, the sneer wore off to an almost grateful expression. She averted her eyes to his face and pursed her lips, silently thanking him. Looks a bit different from what she does in them business magazines, don't she? Who'd ha' thought she'd blub, like some little school girl who lost her hockey stick? Hanging her head down in shame she knew that these men were indeed right. She, who had never been seen showing even the slightest bit of emotion, was now reduced to a sobbing, disheveled mess by thugs who were way beneath her. She could destroy them with the amount of power and money she held only if those two attributes were in her access now. They were probably too far away from Manchester and even though she held equal importance in other parts of the country, she wouldn't be finding anyone resourceful here. Her only ally was the one whom she hated. How ironic was that? They continued discussing about her appearance till she heard a comment that made her head whip up in surprise. I asked him how he felt working under such a bitch. And he said 'Bitch? She's one of the most beautiful women I ever saw.' She looked at Rocking curiously but he appeared to be still in that infuriating calm of his. His reply further caught her off guard. Yeah, I do, actually. Prettiest eyes I've ever seen. Anyway, The said eyes were now looking at him, watered up. Not because of his comment but because of the men's earlier behavior. As if his statement had been a reminder and an encouragement, the lines on her face hardened and the tears soon looked out of place on such a cold expression. She appraised the men coolly, though there was some fear still raging inside of her, her pride had been relinquished. After some time, they were being thrown into a cellar - which was not only dirty but damp as well. And there was a rotten smell hanging in the air that almost made her retch. Apparently, their boss was not coming till tomorrow and they were to spend the night in this disgusting room. Elizabeth hunted down a relatively clean place before depositing herself on it, sitting down with folded knees. She hadn't sat down on a floor since she was three and now it felt so odd. Her knees hurt slightly with the pressure but she would be damned if kept her arse on the filthy floor. Elizabeth observed Rocking as he went about checking the supplies, which in her opinion was worse than what she fed her cats. She ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing out the tangles which was a difficult task as her wrists were bound together and then wiped off the mess on her face. Rocking now sat beside her his hand extended in a furtive invitation. She almost scoffed at him. As if she would ever touch him. Willingly, she added after the memory of their earlier position in the van resurfaced. Can I - her voice came out scratchy because of all the sobbing she had earlier involved in. After a good throat clear, she start once again though her voice was slightly timid - friendly almost - certainly not like her commanding one the same morning, Can I ask you something?...Of course I can. Why did you defend me when those assholes were ganging me up? I mean, you do seem like gentleman but...You know, I wasn't exactly... she paused for a moment thinking of an appropriate word before deciding to take a leaf out of the thugs' book, Okay, I was totally bitchy with you. Not that I regret my behavior or anything. But...? She trailed off, trusting him to interpret at least that. He didn't seem like that much of an idiot. And what was with that comment about me being beautiful? She asked sharply, I am your boss not your girlfriend, remember that. You don't have the right to appreciate me. In fact you don't have the right to speak anything about me, she finished with a huff feeling slightly guilty for being so rude to him when all he had been through this time was considerate. But she needed to vent it out on someone. She needed to overpower someone. Or Good Lord knew that she would go insane.