Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Yeah, they do tend to, don't they? Tris replied, in answer to her comment about men grovelling for her attention. I've noticed that. Pathetic, I call it. I've never known grovelling get anyone anywhere, personally. He shrugged, which in his current trussed situation was something of a waste of effort. Personally, I'd have thought you'd have other things on your mind right now than any future relationship you might be contemplating with me. I mean... well, our survival's not exactly a hundred percent guaranteed, is it? Though I strongly suspect the odds are a lot better than you seem to think. He smiled, sardonically. Pitched his voice lower so that it could not possibly echo in the cellar. I can't actually verify it, of course, but I strongly suspect it's the charming Psycho whose been given first watch just the other side of the door here. For all his posturing, he's actually the least dominant of the three. The taffy is the most self-assured, and the cockney sparrer is - well, I doubt he'd take shit from anyone. But it's the geordie that's the weak link in the chain, and it's him we need to work on. Getting untied from these ropes would be easy enough - I've already managed it enough to do three quarters of the job, but I can't go any further without making it obvious what I've done when they come back. And I prefer to keep any gains we make a bit of a secret until we have to. He continued talking, as if musing to himself, summarizing tactics. And like me you probably heard the lock click after they left, so getting out of here is going to be a long-term job. I could do it with a lockpick, but I left mine behind. You don't expect to need it when you're the mail boy for a cosmetics company, do you? So, I guess you'll agree, it's a case of watching and waiting for the immediate future, at least. There's three expert thugs, highly trained, and well-armed on their side, and all we've got is our minds. Once I manage to get hold of one of their guns The when rather than if was said with a casual self-assurance, as if he regarded it as a formality we'll still be out-gunned, so we need a bit more in our favour. He took the last piece of his chocolate and chewed thoughtfully. Now, what I strongly expect this boss-man to do is send a ransom note to your father. Is dad likely to pay up? If so, that's hopeful, but we can't rely on it. Guys like this have been known to take the money and not deliver, hold out for another pay-out. And in the meantime, we can't be sure that they won't try little tricks just to confirm their bona-fides. Things like cutting off a finger, and sending it to him, that kind of thing. Though on balance I doubt it. More likely they'll want to hand you over in one piece. Thing is about professional kidnappers, you see, is that they do this kind of thing a lot. And one day, they're going to get caught, and they won't want a lot of past GBH charges hanging over them. Now, when I had my little chat with Psycho, he told me his personal plans for you. I dropped the hint that if he carried them through, I'd mention it to his boss when we met. Looks like our sheep-shagging friend is genuinely as terrified of his boss as most of the staff back at the company are of you, and I think I dissuaded him, at least for the moment. Mind you, he whipped me with the butt of his pistol for reminding him of the fact, and I've got a nasty mark down my face, which fortunately you can't see in this pitch darkness. If you're one of those women who find physical wounds upsetting better not look at my face when your eyes adjust. OK, plans. Now, unless you have any better idea - and, with all due respect, I doubt you do - I suggest that you keep up the act of being a docile little lamb when in their presence, as if you're scared out of your wits. It was a great idea to put that act on, and it's going to help a lot once we get a chance to turn the tables. In fact, he knew damn well it had been no act - he knew a terrified woman when he saw one - but if there was anything she needed right now, he knew, it was some kind of boost to her ego. She had been through a lot. Now, as to our comfort. I doubt the rations are going to get any better, but it won't do you any harm to miss out on gourmet food for however long we're here. When you need to attend to bodily functions, I'll happily look the other way, and sing to drown out any embarrassing noises you might make, but you needn't bother to do the same for me. Guys stand next to each other in urinals as a matter of course, and we never think anything of it. Erm... I hate to mention this, though, but tied up as you are, you're not going to be able to get those pretty boy-legs down, and back up afterwards without help, so, er... I'm afraid it won't be advantageous to your dignity. Me, I can manage my fly as I am so at least you wont need to help me. He smiled. Now, the shuffling I can hear suggests either mice or rats. If they do come and investigate us - and they probably will, some time during the night - I've always found kicking them away works wonders. Once they see something isn't easy prey they tend to back off. You're not the kind of girl whose scared of rats, I hope?