Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-she breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed his head turning forward again. Stripping the hose down her legs resumed, leaning forward she slipped her shoes from her feet. She would have likely lost them, had they not strapped around her ankles. With shaking fingers, she unbuckled the strap and was setting her shoe down neatly in the well beneath the dash when he spoke again.- Hmmm? -a slightly irritated reply but the look when she glanced in his direction was more curious than irritated. Wondering exactly what it was he needed to share with her. Nothing she wanted to hear. A groan escaped her throat and her head snapped towards her window. She sat rod straight in her seat, her hands raking over her skirt again and down to her knees, her nostrils flaring knowing she couldn't cover herself from the offending stare of the guy next to her. The light couldn't turn green fast enough and the blush that naturally colored the apples of her cheeks, crept up to her ears and down her neck as if a fire were spreading through her. She nervously wiped her hands along her skirted thighs again, her eyes forward as they moved past the light and away from the truck next to them. His words jarred her from whatever thoughts were going through that head of hers. She half looked at him. Her legs pulling up, bending at the knee before she was trying her damnedest to tuck them away from his view. Still missing a shoe with the panty hose still clinging at her ankles and that blush still prominently in place. What thirty year old woman blushed so much? The one who's father had kept her under lock and key since she was young. She was silent as he drove and after a few minutes once more resumed the removal of her panty hose. Once her legs were free of them, she slipped her shoes back on and promptly tucked her legs as she'd had them moments ago. Her attention turned to him, a very faint pink still colored her features but it could have been remnants of make up she'd applied before she'd been taken. Her brows knit softly, a soft snort escaping her nose.- You're taking me to...a dump basically. You know they have nice hotels with great security, that rabble like them wouldn't be able to get into? Seriously. Also, surely you have a phone that I could call Daddy from? -the most words she'd strung together since he'd stuffed her into the car. He was seeing just a small reason the goons had drugged her up, to shut her up. She stared at the card he held toward her, looking at it as if it would sprout unsightly appendages and skitter around the car. After a quiet moment where it did no such thing, she took the card. Still looking at it as if she didn't quite understand.- How am I supposed to get here? -she questioned. Quite the logical question in her mind. She didn't drive and she'd certainly never been to the location listed on the card, so she had no clue even what direction to take. Her eyes pinned his profile in their stare, a hopeful look actually as he uttered that it wasn't likely to happen. A hopeful expression that clearly said what her lips did not. That she hoped like hell they wouldn't get separated, she needed him more than she cared to admit. When she saw him turning to look in her direction, she'd look away, forcing her attention out the window instead.-