Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Elizabeth seethed in a pure, unadulterated fury as she saw him walking off slowly, casually like he owned the fucking place. Arrogant, bloody dick. She slammed the door with such a ferocity that the wall shook for a moment and stormed off to her desk. Plopping down on the comfortable chair she tried calming herself. But it was to no avail. No one, no one , in her life had ever questioned her or mocked her like that lowly clerk had. She loathed the fact that he had been the one to have the last word, as childish it was. And the most horrifying thing was that he would be now gloating around that he had bested the Elizabeth Dwight. She shuddered to think what it would do to her image. Last thing she needed was everyone to think that she had softened. Word would spread and soon her competitors will strike at her. They would be all over her like leeches and she could never be the President and then her father would marry her off to some rich bastard who would come home monthly just to impregnate her and - She cringed when a throbbing headache made itself known. Really, her thoughts sometimes were ridiculous enough to evoke migraines. That and the fact that she hadn't been sleeping well for - Good Lord, how many nights it actually was? Elizabeth sighed. Great, now she felt tired. Disgust filled her like icy water. Really, Dwight! It takes just a mere nobody to unhinge you from your daily routine. You should be ashamed of yourself. She gazed at her desk which was piled up like a neatly arranged mountain in forlorn silence as her muscles ached for rest. She had so many important calls to make, so many reports to go over yet she knew that now her mind had acknowledged her body's tiredness she could not move a finger. The fact that that asshole was the culprit behind her dilemma, alone should warrant a sacking. But she wouldn't be giving him an easy escape out of this. Mr. Rocking better be prepared, for he was going to be the object of Elizabeth Dwight's wrath now. After consoling herself with that, she decided that a day-off was in order - no matter how unpleasantly ghastly that sounded. She almost picked up her phone to acknowledge Hannah of her decision but realized later that bimbo-blonde was no longer there to look after her. Another thing she could blame that Rocking for. Sighing she prepared a brief case for herself, filling it with the file that started her bad day and other important work and walked out of the office. She was so engrossed in planning out her day, which involved a sweet, long nap and a lot of work that she was startled out of her wits when two suited up men popped out in front of her. She narrowed her eyes behind her glasses unable to recognize them as they peered at her, expressionless. Elizabeth was certain that she did not have any meetings scheduled for today and she trusted her memory enough to know that Hannah had not mentioned anything as such. She eyed them speculatively, observing as they looked at her expectantly. Both of them possessed a rather muscular build, which one doesn't see often in the corporate world. Clean shaven, light haired yet Elizabeth could feel something off about them. They towered over her and that alone was unsettling enough. Deciding she was in no mood of entertaining any more strangers, she scowled at the duo and they shared a knowing look. Excuse me, gentlemen, she said curtly and shoved past them. At least she tried to. Before she could make much distance, she felt an arm grab hers roughly and something narrow pressed into the middle of her back. What the... She opened her mouth to yell for the security but a menacing voice cut her off. Make a sound, and we will shoot you down like the bitch you are, his tone was gruff and scratchy and Elizabeth knew at once she was in great trouble. She had taken down many men just with a mere glare of hers, but those people were respectable and mild-mannered. On the other hand, these blokes were reckless and probably criminals shuck that, they were criminals if the way he poked her with that narrow thing - she suspected it to be a gun, but how it passed through security was a wonder - was any indication. She had no experience in that area. She gulped and tried reasoning but was again rudely reminded to stay mum. The other man, who was not holding her, shielded her view from the cameras and she gritted her teeth. The day could not get worse. Yet she was so damned tired that she almost leaned on to the thug who held her. With a prod they insisted that she walk to the lift - The President's lift - and take them downstairs. Then she was to follow them outside - without a sound, or else they would grab her and run for it. Elizabeth could never afford that. What damage would it do to her image! To be seen getting kidnapped! The whole corporate world would be making jokes out of her. Yet if she did not get any help, these men could do anything to her. She looked around helplessly as she stood tensely. The hallway was abandoned. Another prod and a hissed, We haven't got all day sweetie! and she walked ahead towards the elevator with them covering her back, almost as if they were her bodyguards. How ironic was that? As they descended down, she felt him remove the gun from her back and tuck it inside but he kept himself pressed to her. She felt like throwing up on them. The other man glanced down at her menacingly. Be quiet and co-operate with us, we won't be hurting you, she could distinctly hear a Welsh accent, We need to ask a few questions and then we will let you go. Elizabeth could hear the lie clearly but she could do was to look down and nod meekly. She felt scared beyond reason. Her mind was not even capable of formulating some plan to escape this debacle, so consumed by fear it was. Of course, the pampered daughter of Harold Dwight had never thought a day like this would ever come upon her. Good Lord, maybe she was finally getting punished for acting so cruelly towards everyone?