Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Wanda, what the hell did you just do?
She remembered yelling at the man, trying her damndest to stand up to him and do something to suggest that she knew what she was doing. What had obviously just happened is that in her rage, she had put the bloody criminal to sleep.
She wrung her hands, frantically hunting around the room. She picked up one of the blunt things from the table.
Her eyes glistened with malice as she brandished the club. If you make one move...
I need to tie him up. He must have had some rope. Or chain. Or something. She rummaged through the bed and the table of interesting implements.
He's got a belt, surely?
She reached under him, frantically hunting for his buckle, holding the club high in the other hand. She pulled roughly at the belt, causing him to roll over onto his side. Laying down the club, she gripped both his hands and tightened the belt around them until she had no strength left to pull, before buckling the thing.
She sat back, panting.
Now. Get some rope....