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THE SUIT

 Chapter XXIV


Sharon was just about to slip into that dreamy, carefree world of
sleep when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of breaking glass.
Joe had also heard the glass and as quick as a flash he was sitting
upright in the bed, his whole body tensed and ready for action. Sharon
struggled to sit up as well but Joe pushed her back down, signaling
her to be quiet by pressing his finger on his lips. With the rag still
in her mouth that was a command she found easy to obey.
Joe quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the door. For several
seconds he stood quietly by the door, listening for any further
noises. When nothing happened he quietly slipped out of the door and
into the dark house.
Sharon lay staring at the faint moonlight filtering through the
curtains. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and her heart was beating
in her throat. Without even thinking about it her hands were quietly
twisting inside their rope prisons. Never had she felt so vulnerable.
With her hands bound and her body anchored to the bed she was at the
complete mercy of fate and whatever surprises it had in store for her. 

For an eternity there was complete silence in the house. She craned
her neck and stared at the door in morbid fascination, not daring to
move a muscle. Suddenly two bright flashes came from the door as shots
rang out. The enormous sound reverberated through the house and she
screamed hard into the gag in shock. Without even thinking she rolled
away from the sound and right off the bed, hitting the floor with a
stunning blow. Still woozy with fear and shock she lay on her stomach
next to the bed, her chest working furiously to draw much needed
oxygen into her lungs. The room started spinning and a part of her
realized that she was hyperventilating. She lay her forehead down on
the carpet and tried her best to regulate her breathing.

As she lay on the floor she tried to imagine what was going on. Her
ears were still ringing from the loud bark of the gunshots and were of
no use to her. She tried looking under the bed to the door but the
bedspread was in her way and she couldn’t see a thing. Her nose
twitched as she registered a familiar but unpleasant odor and with a
disgusted groan she realized she’d pissed herself. Too afraid to move
she lay still in the puddle of urine and tried to figure out what to
do next.
Joe hadn’t had a pistol with him when he’s left and she had to assume
it was an intruder that had fired the shots. 
Who could it be? Could it be Him? 
Her heart started to flutter as the thought raced through her mind. 
Surely it had to be Him? He’d gone to a lot of trouble to make her
his, didn’t it made sense for him to want to claim her back? 
Yes but what if it wasn’t him? What if it was just some common
burglar? Some big, evil, burly man that would find her bound and
powerless….
Or could be one of Joe’s ‘associates’? Surely a man in his business
would have a lot of enemies?
No! It had to be Him! It had to be!
How could it be Him? She didn’t even know where she was – how would …
Suddenly her ears picked up the noise of somebody quietly creeping
into the room. Instantly her body tensed and she grew cold with dread.
She tried to be as quiet as possible but she swore the whole world
could hear her heart thumping in her chest. 
Maybe he won’t see me! 
The noise quietly moved to the other side of the bed and stood still.
She tried to hide herself behind the bed and quietly drew her legs up
to hide them away. She was lying on her side and her elbow was
painfully squeezed under the weight of her body. She lay staring up at
the rim of the bed, dreading the sight of a stranger’s head popping
over the side at any moment. Her elbow was really aching as she wished
she could roll over to relieve the strain, but she dared not move with
him so close to her. 
After another eternity she heard him turn around and walk back to the
door.
You’re losing him! He’s getting away! Her mind kept screaming but she
couldn’t bring herself to respond. She felt like a deer caught in the
glare of the headlamps, too stunned and scared to move. 

As the footsteps quietly left the room she rolled over onto her side
to get her weight off her elbow. She almost fainted in shock as the
chain clinked loudly with her movements. Normally it would have been
little more than a quiet tinkling but in the quiet, charged atmosphere
of the night it sounded like the bells of St. Peter’s cathedral. 
She screamed into the gag as she heard the footsteps rushing back and
her survival instincts took over. Her mind wasn’t even thinking as she
quickly burrowed in under the bed, the only hiding place she could
find on such short notice. By the time the intruder reached her side
of the bed she had crawled all the way into the narrow space and was
completely hidden from view. She couldn’t see behind her but she could
feel him standing there. Suddenly she heard a motion behind her and a
strong hand gripped firmly around her ankle. Again she screamed and
she started kicking with her other foot. Fighting like a wildcat she
kicked and screamed as her body was slowly dragged out from under the
bed.

She was pulled out into the open and her legs dropped. Turning onto
her back she stared up at her assailant, her mind almost frozen with
fear. It was definitely a man but that was about all she could
discover. From head to toe he was dressed in black and his face was
covered by a ski mask. From her perspective on the ground he seemed to
be a giant and his size made her even more afraid. He held his arms up
in a gesture of peace and gave her time to calm down. After several
minutes of staring at each other he slowly lowered his hands and
stepped closer to her. She panicked and her foot lashed out, hitting
him squarely on the groin. He groaned loudly and toppled over like a
tall tree, clutching his privates in pain. With difficulty she
scrambled to her feet and made a rush for the door, the panic and fear
driving her instinct to flee. 
She had made it almost all the way down the passage before the chain
decided she’d gone far enough and stopped her in her tracks. Her head
and neck was forced to make a sudden stop as the rest of her body
continued its motion, her feet literally running themselves out from
under her body. She just had time to register a blinding pain from her
throat before her body fell backwards and her head hit the floor with
a loud crack. Her mind was trying to tell her that she wasn’t getting
any oxygen through her crushed throat but a warm, dark cloud overtook
her senses and she slipped into oblivion.

Sharon slowly drifted up to the light. As she got closer she began to
register pain and her mind paused. She didn’t want to go to the light
– it meant pain and fear and discomfort. For a long while she just
hovered there, not conscious but not asleep either. Something was
urging her to wake up but her mind resisted, it was warm and peaceful
down here. The impulse was too great and slowly she opened her eyes. 
“Ughgnn!” said her body to her mind. It felt as if every part of her
body was throbbing with pain, not the least of which the spot at the
back of her head. She closed her eyes again.
“What happened?” Her mind asked.
“How should I know? That’s your department” Replied her body. “Oh and
by the way – you need to find a toilet, now!”
Suddenly her memory kicked in and she sat up in bed, her eyes wide
with fear.
“That was a mistake!” said her body as the blackness folded over her.

“Shall we try that again?” said her mind a while later.
“No need to.” Replied the body “It’s been taken care of.”
“But I thought we needed to find a toilet.” Said her mind.
“As I said – it’s been taken car of.” Said her body.
Her mind wrinkled her nose and made a face.

A while later her body spoke again.
“Hey – somebody’s shaking our arm.”
“Tell them to go away – we don’t want any.” Said her mind, giggling to
herself. Body didn’t get it.
“It might be important.” It replied.
“It would mean waking up you know.”
Her body thought this over for a while – waking up didn’t sound like
such a good idea.
“Yeah – but we need to roll over anyway, our back’s gone numb.”
“Oh alright” said her mind with a resigned look on it’s face.

Sharon’s eyelids fluttered a few times as she slowly woke up. She was
lying on her back in a large canopy bed, the crisp clean linen tucked
in under her body. The bed was in a large room with plush carpeting
and expensive furniture. Bright morning sunlight was streaming through
the windows. The whole room was artfully decorated in soft pastel
colors, everything from the lush carpet to the expensive wallpaper was
color coordinated to create a pleasant flowing effect. The room
smelled of new linen and old varnished wood. Sitting in a chair next
to her was a man, a friendly smile on his face. Her breath caught in
her throat as she recognized the stranger from the nightclub and she
almost fainted again. He reached out to a small table next to him and
carefully brought a bowl of soup to her side.
“Hungry?” he asked, the smile still on his face.



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