Bad Company... , part 6

Shea's shouts and struggling reached a fever pitch as she could tell that they were getting close to doing what they'd come here to do in the first place - and she had a more-than-sneaking suspicion of what that might be. Not what their ultimate goal was of course, but...certainly what was coming next. She'd been in enough of these situations that she could feel it in the air like a gathering storm...and she wanted to avoid it if at all possible.

So it was that she wasn't the least bit surprised when, after the two intruders managed to get their thrashing, squirming prisoner flipped over and pinned down to the floor - the big man holding her pinned back against him as she sat with her legs out straight in front of her - the smaller of the two miscreants reached back inside his coat and pulled out a neatly-wrapped coil of rope. The sight made her fight even harder, but it was still like being held in the grip of a statue, and despite the fact that Shea's eyes crushed shut once more in a grimace of strain, she couldn't budge an inch. And the way she was being held kept her from kicking out very effectively with her once-again-free feet. Yet her eyes did fly back open in surprise as the two men gagged her suddenly...the bigger man's meaty paw coming away from her face barely a half-a-second before his partner pressed a wide strip of extremely sticky white tape across her lips, squelching her suddenly-freed voice again before she had a chance to make more than the faintest of peeps. The smaller man smoothed the horrendously-clinging strip across her mouth with a smug smile...and Shea knew she wasn't going to be separating her own lips again so long as the stuff was there.

Then she let out a muffled, furious squeal as the two flipped her harshly over onto her stomach, the big goon pinning her to the floor with a hip-straddling stance, holding her upper body down with one hand on her left shoulder, and both of her wrists trapped within one of his huge hands...pressed hard into the small of her back, completing the torso-pinioning hold. Kicking as hard and as best as she could toward big brute's back wasn't helping much either, the way he was tightgly straddling her thighs badly resticting any movement of her legs. If he even felt the few blows she managed to land, the giant didn't give any sign...

Shea's heart raced behind her ribs like a bucking horse, and real, frantic panic was starting to overtake her as the sense of sheer helplessness in the hands of these two overpowering and obviously quite-experienced intruders settled in. She let forth a stifled whimper of despair as the spectacled thug unraveled that rope and stretched it out taut between his hands, smiling down at her almost sympathetically. Almost. But she could see that the sympathy was all false...just more mockery, designed to drive the point home that they were in control. Driving that point home all-too-well, as even the courageous young heroine turned her head away and stared helplessly at a point on the floor, still kicking and squirming with all she had - and knowing how useless the efforts were...


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On to "Bad Company...", pt7