I woke up with a jolt. When I opened my eyes things were still dark. I hadn't been sure if I was just blindfolded or if I was in a dark room. Soon my eyes adjusted and I realized I was in some basement like room, lights off. Feeling around I was tied to a wooden chair, all four limbs immobile. My gun was gone, my coat was gone, all my protection was gone. Looking at my surroundings I saw a few sharp objects I could use, a mirror I could shatter if it got to that. I instantly started planning. I weighed my consequences, I had absolutely no clue what I was up against. What if I kill one guy and another more angry one comes in? So I chose to figure out my situation before acting.
Soon a metal door in the distance opened and a steady footstep came near. I hadn't been nervous, I tended to handle situations well, always good at getting myself out of things. This man was the same man I saw before I was knocked out. I remembered getting knocked out and I winced at the pain in my head.
"You're up. That's good, things will go faster." The dirty man said.
I hadn't replied. I really didn't need to talk, I needed to listen and decipher what he said.
'Make what go faster?'
The man began shuffling things around, I couldn't see but it sounded like something in a bin... little items clanking together. Then I heard more footsteps.
'This is bigger than just a psycho man that kidnapped me, there are more men.'
This man turned on the light. He was younger than the dirty man, he had sandy blonde hair and seemed built. If the circumstances had been different I'd most likely flirt with him in hopes of a fun night.
He looked at me and smirked. His eyes traveled from my face and worked down my body. I couldn't tell if he was stripping me in his mind or deciding what limb to cut off first.
"What's your name?" His voice came raspy.
I stared at him, memorizing his expression. His face contorted when I didn't reply. Instantly I knew these people were capable of things I couldn't begin to understand.
"Fine. Don't talk. You'll beg soon enough."
I chuckled under my breath and his eyebrows knitted together.
'I'll beg. Funny.'
"What first boss?" The dirty man asked Blondie.
"Hair. I want it 3 inches under her shoulders and curled."
'They are cutting my hair. Fuck.'
I glared at them. Blondie smiled.
"We only have 3 hours until the men get here. It's our responsibility to get her ready."
'This keeps getting worse.'
I decided then that it was time to get out. Even if there was a lot of men here, more were on their way.
Blondie started walking up the steps and the door opened and shut. Plan A begins.
The dirty man began moving towards me with a pair of scissors and a spray bottle.
"Nice rich blonde hair, this color has been popular this year." He stated with a hideous laugh following.
"You seem like the type that enjoys the girls who beg. I don't beg, but I do make deals."
He stopped and looked at me. His face seemed dumbfounded as if I were Santa Claus or something.
"Why do you think I'll do anything for a little bitch like you." He growled out.
I smiled. Part 1, get his attention. Right now all I needed was my hands untied.
"Let's face it. You're not the best looking guy. Grungy, fat, slightly appalling. You don't get much action. And what, do you get paid good for this? You seem to do their dirty work while they get all the admiration."
He raised his eyebrow. Facial expressions were the easiest to read, he was interested.
"If you make a deal with me, I'll give you something in exchange. Simple as that." I smiled with a bite of my lip. Seduction was the key.
His eyes were wide, brown, lifeless. He was a worthless rat working for merely nothing. Hook. Line. And sinker.
"What do you want?" He ground out.
"Nothing big. My arms are stiff, my wrists hurt. I just want them brought in front of me. I don't care if you tie them back up. I just need this aching pain in my shoulders to go away." I said in a smooth whiny like voice. Innocent as can be.
He seemed hesitant but I was confident he'd give in.
"And what do I get?" He asked slightly less angry sounding. He was intrigued.
"I'm quick and skilled, especially with my body. Put your imagination to the test, you can decide where you think that can go." I finished with a lick of my lips.
"I'll untie your wrists and tie them back in front of you. When I'm done with your hair, Princess, you can show me how quick and skilled you really are." He said with a creepy grin.
He placed his scissors in his back pocket and went behind me to untie my wrists. I wasn't lying I was quick, skilled, and my wrists were really actually hurting.
His rough fingers untied the rope around my small wrists. It unraveled and I was released. Now some stupid people would immediately attempt to do something and end up going right back to square one. I gained his attention, now I needed to sell it. I had to seem submissive. Part 2, dismiss the idea in his brain that I'm a threat.
I rolled my shoulders and sighed. Closing my eyes and rolling the tension away. I rubbed each of my wrists and smiled. The man appeared in front of me and held out his hand as if he was asking for my hands once again.
I leaned close and instead of placing my hand in his, it fell close to the tent in his pants.
He grabbed my wrist and I looked up into his eyes.
"What are you doing?" His voice changed, got lower.
"I'm just eager. Please, I can make you feel things you've never felt before."
Shaking my hand out of his grip I reached around to his backside and pulled him closer. My hands reached up.
"Do you like the feeling of nails dragging down your back?" I asked in a hushed tone.
His eyes closed as I dragged my nails down his back. Part 3, distract him.
"Just like that, baby." He cooed.
My hands fell down and slowly and swiftly drew out the scissors in his pocket and the spray bottle from the other.
Watching him the whole time, his eyes were still closed. Slowly I brought my hands around to me while I whispered seductive nothings to him.
He opened his eyes. Quickly I sprayed his face with the spray bottle. He yelled. I had to do this quickly before someone came rushing in to the sounds of a struggle. For all I knew this place was bugged or taped.
He stumbled back and fell into a stack of boxes. I kicked him in the groin and watched as he fell to his knees. I turned behind him and quickly stabbed him in the arch of his foot, planting the scissors firmly stuck.
He screamed for a second, until I kicked him in the side knocking the wind out of him.
Part 4, cooperation. I walked over to his little table and found a handgun next to a curler and make up set.
"Who lets a man do the girls makeup and hair. Idiots." I said as I checked if the gun was loaded.
Turning back to the dirty man laying on the floor in pain, I smiled.
"I like to make deals. Now if you cooperate, I won't kill you. Deal?" I said as I pointed my gun at him and cocked the hammer back.
He groaned. Holding his side and breathing heavy.
"You little fucking lying bitch."
I laughed shooting the ground next to him. He jumped and I laughed louder.
"I never lied. I don't like being called a liar. I told you I was quick and skilled with my body. Aren't I? Look where you're at, on the ground, in pain, while I'm here standing with the gun. You have to admit that all happened pretty fast, yes?" I began.
He just groaned a bit more. Closing his eyes and wincing.
"I told you I'd make you feel things you never have. Is this pain something you've felt often? From what I gathered this is the first you've ever been stabbed and knocked to your knees. Some men fight a lot more than you. You're quite depressing actually." I finished.
I saw his face fall and I knew I was right. He was a low job. No one cared about him, which made this a lot easier.
"Like I said I'll make you a deal. If you get up and allow me to tie you up. I'll let you live. If you try anything, I'll shoot you point blank. Would you like to live? It doesn't matter to me either way, you're just a small obstacle."
The dirty man's face contorted into a mix of pain and defeat.
"I-I can't walk." He choked out.
I smiled. He thinks he can pull that shit with me. Has he not gotten the idea that I'm smart yet?
'Stupid man.'
I walked over to him with my gun pointing straight at his head. I placed my finger to my lips then grasped the scissors in his foot and pulled out quickly.
He went to scream but I think he got the idea is shoot him if he screamed.
I backed away and nodded towards the chair. He slowly got up and limped to the chair I was once sitting in.
"Comfy?" I asked
He glared at me. This man was nothing to me. Easy to work with. He wanted to live and had no defending skills. I walked behind him and yanked his hands back with the gun at his temple.
The poor man started shaking as the cold metal touched his skin. I wrapped his wrists in duct tape I found on the table, I assume that was for the girls who whined and cried to much. Then I wrapped his legs and felt satisfied.
"Now tell me. How many people will I have to get by to get out of here?" I said smiling.
"Go to hell bitch!" He yelled.
I gasped in mock shock.
"I'm hurt." I laughed. "You say that as if it were a bad thing."
I taped his mouth shut, just enough to hold for an hour or two. Then loaded the gun once more spinning the revolver around and smiling. Placing it in my waistband, I began heading up the steps.
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Can you say badass? I'm not one to fall in love with my characters too quick but I fucking love her. Anyway kids, hope you enjoy so far. Vote and comment ;)
~MMK