It’s the return of WICKED WEDNESDAYS! When we last left our heroine, Angel, she was drugged by a tall, dark stranger in her garage at LAW headquarters. What wickedness has she fallen into today? Read on to find out! If you missed the first two entries, click on the hyperlinks below to catch up!
Part Three of Angel in the Search for the Star Sapphire
The low whine of an air conditioner trickled in to her senses, pulling her away from a darkness so absolute it bordered on coma. It reminded her of other times, long ago.
“Too much to drink?” The croak of her own voice should have soothed, instead her head began to pound like a sledgehammer against her temples.
She moaned and tried to roll but her arms were held fast.
Angel jerked her eyes open, thankful the headache didn’t increase.
She was tied. To a bed. It had been some time since her night had been that wild. Her head ached something fierce and she’d do just about anything to moisten the dryness of her throat.
How did I get here?
Memories of her last moments in the garage rushed through her mind. Shit. Fear followed immediately by rage roiled through her gut. Some superheroine you turned out to be. Getting caught like a rookie and all for a pretty face. One she wanted to smash into the pavement if she saw him again.
She eyed her surroundings. Hotel. One she doubted had insulated walls. She could scream. Maybe someone would come running. No visible cameras, so that was a plus. The extremely small ones were a possibility, but she doubted her captor went to the trouble. The curtains were drawn so she couldn’t tell where they were but the air tasted salty. LAW headquarters didn’t reside next to a beach, so she was likely not in the local area.
Angel snorted. Smart man to get her away from the ladies. Once they found out she was missing, they’d tear apart the walls of Hell to find her.
She arched her back to eye the binds. Simple enough. Her fears took a back seat at the challenge of a puzzle. This was comfortable, something she could do. If she wiggled too much, the ropes would tighten and that would just be…uncomfortable.
Smart man to keep her arms apart, though. Had she had her wrists tied together she’d already be done and out of here.
Her fingers tugged at the ropes until a piece loosened. She hyperfocused on that one piece of freedom, tugging bit by bit, careful to keep her wrist as still as possible. Her other arm was forgotten while she worked.
In Angel’s mind time ceased to exist. Just the puzzle. She tugged and worked and slowly, bit by bit, the ties fell away until she was free!
She rolled over and untied her other wrist, wincing at the pins and needles sensation racing up and down her fingertips. Too much longer and she’d have been out a hand.
She wrapped the ropes and slipped the loops over her head and arm so they hung diagonally across her chest. A good rope was hard to come by.
She opened the bedroom door and jerked to a stop.
Dark and handsome jackass was sitting, relaxed as you please, in a nice comfy chair.
“Well that took longer than I’d expected.”
She wanted to punch him.
To be continued…
