Cake and Eat It…

Graffiti on the wall before her declared:

‘Perhaps I should try and negotiate with them,’ she said at last, still breathing heavily from the exertion and adrenaline. ‘I’m sure they’re all reasonable people.’

‘Hah,’ she said a moment later, without a smidgeon of humour.

Still, she thought to herself, could be worse.

As a hood was dropped over her head and she was yanked backwards, she couldn’t help thinking that just when you think things can’t get any worse, you’re in for a surprise.

A door slammed behind her and she was once again left in the dark.

* * *

‘Hello?’ said Daisy, her voice muffled by the canvas. ‘I have plastic. Just leave me with enough for a couple of drinks, okay. It’s been a bitch of an evening.’

She felt the presence of someone stepping into her personal space, and stepped back in shock. The person stepped in again, and she backed off once more.

One arm was grabbed so she couldn’t move and the hood was yanked away from her face.

In expectation of immediate and savage trouble, she screwed her eyes up, grit her teeth and tilted her head away from whomever it was that was holding her arm.

When said trouble failed to materialise, she slowly opened one eye and let it madly scan the room. It focussed upon a hand clamped firmly around her arm. It tracked up the arm and reached a shoulder, then a neck, a good jawline, a nice straight set of teeth and then she jumped backwards in surprise.

‘You’re a pain in the ass,’ said Elvis, though his smile communicated otherwise.