Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Elizabeth was cursing whatever Gods were up there. Not only did the assholes ignore her uncomfortable position, they had the gall to make fun of her. Also the fact that she was the only female in the vehicle made her feel claustrophobic. She tried getting up again, not caring if she was hurting Rocking, yet she couldn't. She was aware of the exposure of her midriff and also that her skirt had ridden up, revealing her legs. If the men leering at her had made her feel vulnerable, the way they were looking at her now made her almost cry. One of the men caught that scared glint in her eyes and made a great act of adjusting his pants - which had a suspicious bulge to it - while smirking lewdly at her. She unconsciously pressed herself against Rocking. Through his clothes she could feel a lean yet muscular body. And there was a small, sick part of her that liked the position.... Shut up now , she admonished herself mentally, he is the reason your day turned into a shit festival. What would anyone say if they saw you like this, with your face pressed against some lowly clerk's crotch? The thought provoked a shudder down her form. Rocking was, as usual, bantering with the guards - was that man mentally stable? Couldn't you at least pull her skirt down? Elizabeth wrenched her eyes shut in humiliation. Wasn't the position they were in enough embarrassing that he had to pull attention to her messed up attire. Shut it, you lowly cockroach! My blouse alone costs more than your bloody salary. But again she was intrigued by his defense of her. He could have taken advantage of her in this position, yet he remained back like a true gentleman. But Elizabeth knew enough to know that he was anything but that. She thought of turning around to see his expression but refrained when she realized that in doing so she would be facing his groin. The thought nauseated her. She tried to straighten the skirt by wiggling her hips but all she succeeded in earning were a few cat-calls and leers. Letting her head fall on Rocking's lap, she conceded from trying to better her position, choosing to glare at the thugs instead. One of them commented how good her legs were. Elizabeth cursed her choice of outfit today. Why hadn't she chosen pants instead of skirts? Cute undies, too. Didn't think an exec like her would wear granny panties though. Elizabeth gritted her teeth to resist the retort that had jumped up to her mouth. Those aren't granny panties, you fool. They are boy shorts. Well, your lack of differentiating ladies' underwear gives a huge idea about your experience with them . The fool continued with his banter with Rocking while Elizabeth felt her eyes droop. Her earlier exhaustion had multiplied with all this drama going on. She fought to keep herself awake but Rocking's thighs were very comfortable. Hard yet soft. She guessed every muscle of his body was in that way. And with that thought, sleep took over senses. There was no avail trying to fight it off. It was after ages she guessed that the car finally halted with a sudden jerk. The movement woke Elizabeth up - the light sleeper she was - and she was disappointed. She thought that this was a dream, her subconscious playing twisted games with her as a compensation for ignoring rest. But when the Welsh grabbed her arm, lifting her off the floor, she knew dreams did not hurt so much. Okay, lovebirds, he chuckled at Rocking, though it was interesting seeing you both being intimate, we have other plans in our agenda. Psycho, grab the guy. I am taking the girl. Psycho groaned and glared at the Welsh. Why can't I get the girl? Because I know you would rough her up if you got your dirty hands on her. And remember, he wanted her to be in her right mind to answer whatever he had to ask her, the Welsh's voice left no room for argument. So, she was being taken to someone for questioning. She bet her shoes collection that the person behind this all was some rival of hers. But who? She had established quite an amicable relationship with other business heads' and they adored her tenacity and passion, she couldn't imagine those smiling faces conspiring against her. But then, this was the corporate world. Friends were just a facade, they mingled only to learn about the others' weaknesses and strike at the right time. She was sure all of those charming faces would crush her into nothing if there was any profit for them. She would do the same as well. While she was busy thinking, they had dragged her outside the vehicle. They were now standing inside of some deserted warehouse she guessed with all the broken windows and a large room that looked like it would appreciate some cleaning. There was a fine sheen of dust covering every wall and crevice. There was only one chair for furniture in the vast hall and Elizabeth gulped in fear, the Welsh's hold tightening on her arm. The light filtering inside the warehouse was dim and mellow, that meant they had traveled a lot of distance since it was only morning when they took her it now looked like early evening. The Welsh shoved her on the chair and spoke up, Listen Red, we are going to keep you here for a long time. You better behave if you want to make it out alive, Elizabeth could know that he was lying. Whoever had paid them to get her must have other intentions than to off her. After all, alive, she was the most valuable person.