She stood within the ring of fire, flames dancing in her eyes but she didn't bow to the heat. "What now?"
Her captor leaned back in his chair, crossing his ankles. "We wait for the cavalry."
"Mine or yours?"
He grinned. "Let's find out."
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Inktober 2019
General Fiction50 word short stories for my first attempt at Inktober. They might be related, they might not. Let's find out. Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay.
