Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Elizabeth was still captivated in shock of the situation. Wasn't today supposed to be her only day of indulgence? She decided then if she was to survive - cue gulp - this whole ordeal, she would never ever take a day off. Shit happened whenever she did that. There was also the case with that annoying clerk. She was sure if he hadn't come waltzing into her office, she would not have fired Hannah, would not have felt fatigued, would not have tried to go home and would not have been fucking kidnapped like a little puppy! If she was to survive this whole ordeal, she would sue his lowly arse and then personally whip him like a sick horse. The lift stopped, signalling that they had reached their destination and Elizabeth hung on to the hope that the security would notice her resistance and help her. What surprised her was that the lobby was completely vacant when she stepped out with her perpetrators, save for the snoring body of the receptionist. Her jaw fell open and for once Elizabeth Dwight was shocked to her bones. They must have put everyone to sleep , she thought already giving up on hope, they must have gassed them . A small part of her was fuming over the incompetence of the security. Weren't they supposed to be the best? Well that saved a paycheck on her behalf. The thugs carried on with their conversation but Elizabeth didn't pay them any heed she was busy formulating a plan to get away which was becoming a rather difficult task as she was scared out of her wits. But she knew she was of no match against these heavy-set men. If her glare hadn't worked on them, then she had no other weapon with her mouth forced to remain shut. And then another awfully, annoyingly, confident voice rang through the hall causing her head to whip up in disbelief almost comically. No one paid her attention because all were focused on one Mr. Rocking who still looked like he was the fucking king of earth even though a gruff man she hadn't noticed earlier had him at gun-point. And what are you doing kidnapping Ms Dwight's PA, anyway? You do know Ms Dwight went home about tenty minutes ago, right? Looks like you - Elizabeth shut her eyes in incredulity. How can he be so stupid? Of course if these men could disable a whole building and incapacitate one of the world's best team of security guards, they would be sharp enough to know about how their target looked! And it wasn't like Elizabeth Dwight was a closeted personality, she had appeared in many magazines, newspapers and interviews after she had become the first female CEO of the Dwight Dynasty - a post she was close to lose. Anyone could recognize her easily! Yet she was slightly surprised that he would try to save her bitchy arse after how she had dismissed his presence earlier. Still, it was nothing compared to the hatred she harbored for him. He was the one who had pushed her day into a downhill tumble! She was snapped back from her musings when the man with the Welsh accent addressed her What's going to happen is, we're going to walk out of here, nice and easy and unobtrusively. But my friend Charlie here, he's going to have the end of his shooter stuck right in your side. So, all you have to do is the slightest thing that worries him, and... She struggled to keep up her neutral mask but a fine drop of sweat trickling down her hairline betrayed her indifference. She closed her eyes and chose not to respond. She loathed not being in power. It made her feel vulnerable, exposed - naked even. And judging by the leers she was receiving from the men, she knew that they were practically undressing her with their eyes. It took all of her will-power not to wrap her arms around herself to defend her body from their perverse gaze. After some off-handed comment by Rocking, which she ignored vehemently, they led her out of her sanctuary. It was so damned bright outside that she had to squint to see where they were going. There was not a single soul in the parking lot and she gazed longingly at her car which stood majestically in its place. Frank, her chauffeur, was nowhere to be seen. They prodded her till they reached a humongous white vehicle and then she was thrown inside. Rocking met a same fate as he landed next to her. She scooted away and shot him a look of disdain. The Welsh approached them both and tied up her hands before moving to do the same with her companion. And then they started off to wherever they were going. Elizabeth was surprisingly calm the whole ride. She just rested her head against the wall of the van, ignoring as it bumped against it every time the vehicle hit a rough patch. Her mind was off contemplating ways of increasing the sale of the new Hand Moisturizer her company had manufactured. It was doing well enough in the market though it was really facing some huge competition against the one manufactured by Noveu . She was thinking of making it exclusive to the chemist shops when the van came to sudden halt flinging herself off of her place and upon Rocking. Her torso was splayed across his lap and the glasses toppled off her nose. Fucking great , she thought bitterly as she tried getting up but her hands were twisted behind her with her wrists tightly bound which rendered her useless. But she would be damned if she asked the smug bastard for help, anyways he was also bound in a similar fashion to her so he couldn't be of much use. Trying again, she just managed to shift lower and then the van started once again and she couldn't do anything but rock unevenly in cadence to the transport. Her mouth was now pressed to his thigh and a wild blush encompassed her cheeks before she turned her head away from his thigh and his body looking desolately at the black-tinted window. She thought about biting him but shook it off when she realized how close she was to his crotch. The fact deepened her blush. What was wrong with her? Why was she blushing ? Moreover because of some lowly clerk ? She clenched her eyes shut and tried getting up once again, only ending up mashing her shoulder against something hard yet soft. That did not even make sense. Good Lord, can this day get ANY worse?