Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Tris had kept quiet throughout the ride. Not because he feared retribution from the goons sitting guard over them... he knew enough about the psychology of the bully to know too much deference only made them worse... but because at that moment it suited him to have them think he was in a state of shock and fear. He was far from a coward, but even further from being an idiot, and only an fool of the first water would have attempted any kind of escape when he and Ms Dwight were trussed, and had the barrels of guns pointed at them. His strategy was to watch and wait... professional as these guys might be, he had not encountered one of their type yet that never made mistakes. The trick was to be ready. And to think I took this crappy job, he mused ironically to himself because I wanted to settle down and do something bland and mundane. The next thing he noticed also amused him, though this time there was less of the black comedy about it. The jolting and sudden stopping of the van had caused the trussed body of Ms Dwight to fall forward, so that she was now, had an observer not known better, in a perfect aspect to suggest she was performing the noble art of fellatio upon him. One picture, he reflected, and the mail room boys would be buying him drinks for the next six months. As discreetly as he could he shifted, so that their position was less obscene, yet the blush he could see on her face, even in the dark confines of the van, revealed that she too had noticed. He could not help, in fact, feeling sorry for her. In his past life he's been in similar situations more than once. For her, the spoiled rich-girl used to being at the top of every pecking order she encountered, the situation must have been harrowing indeed. Instead of the immaculately presented ice-queen, she was now though he could see she was trying hard to hide it a scared girl. A sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead, and he even fancied there was a hint of a tremble. He'd have liked to have reassured her, but doubted she'd believe him. And in any case, why reveal he had a plan of sorts or past experience in such matters? The less your enemy knows, he had always felt, the better. He looked back at Ms Dwight. The expensiveoutfit she was wearing had obciously been designed for standing around in a dignified and commanding posture, not being manhandled around and sprawling on the floor of vans, and it had not stood up well to the experience. Her hair was everywhere, her spectacles had slipped off which always made a person look partcularly undignified, he felt, and the amusement of the guards was obvious which could not have helped her poise overmuch and her blouse was wrinkled and had parted company with the waist of her skirt at one point, revealing a large area of her midriff... while the skirt itself had rucked up along her thighs, turning itself into a de-facto mini. Couldn't you at least pull her skirt down? he asked Charlie. Why the fuck would we? the guard asked, in almost a friendly way, as if they were guys together. Don't often get to see legs this good. True, Tris agreed, just to make her blush again if he could. But... well, if you're going to ransom her, well... oh never mind, Guess youk now what youre doing. Yeah! Psycho snapped. We do. He stared ostentatiously up her skirt. Cute undies, too. Didnt think an exec like her would wear granny panties though. While exchanging banter, Tris had been desperately trying to guess the route the van had taken. But the driver was making too many sudden turns and retracing his route, obviously aware to such a possibility as someone guessing where they were going. And anyway he, Tris, didn't know the area especially well. He had even thought of asking where they were headed, but such a question was too much of a cliche to sully himself with it. And anyway, they'd hardly tell them. So, is Psycho your real name? he asked Psycho, just to ensure that if the guard did feel like exercising his power, he'd do it on him rather than Ms Dwight. Nah, the guard replied, in no way offended. Just my nature. He pulls the wings fof flies, for a hobby Charlie told him. And force-feeds cakes to coeliacs. Tris pretended to be amused, but a small thrill of joy went through his mind... having learned far more about the situation than anyone else in the van would have guessed.