A Rescue

Sally walked into the darkened room, her heart beating uncontrollably. She was sure that this wasn't the place that she was supposed to be, but at that point in time, there was little that she can do. It is hard to ignore the plaintive cries of help of a lover over the cellphone, let alone one whom she was almost willing to be married to.

She hesitated a little as she left the light from the corridor and stood at the doorway, that twilight position between light and darkness, reminiscent of her current position. In her right hand, she clutched her Gucci handbag tightly, knowing full well that its contents were the sole reason why she even dragged herself to this out-of-the-way hotel.

``Stop right there. Do you have the goods?''

``Y-y-yes! Yes! They are here! Where is Tom? I want to see Tom!''

``Rest assured, he is here. Hey, your bitch wants to see you, so here's a little something for her, eh?''

A bestial roar of pain echoed from within the darkness, which chilled Sally to the bone.

``Stop it! I told you I have the goods! Don't harm him anymore!'' Sally cried out and made a move forwards into the darkness.

``STAY RIGHT THERE! Move no further or the next sound lover-boy here makes will be his last. Close the door behind you!'' The menacing voice continued.

``But... there will be no light...'' Sally stammered.

``Why would I care? You want your lover? Then do as I say!''

Sullenly with all her senses to full alert, Sally felt for the door with her left hand behind her, always keeping herself looking forwards into the darkness, just in case there was a surprise attack when she turned around. Finally finding the door, she gently shut it with a slight click.

``Toss that handbag over!''

``But... everything of mine is in there!''

``Shut it and toss it over!''

In the dark, Sally couldn't discern where the sound came from, but not wanting to offend, she blindly tossed her handbag forward, only to find a heavy body slamming into her from the side. She fell with the body on top of her.

``Tom?'' A muffled yes was the only reply she heard.

``How are you?'' Sally said as she fumbled for the gag that was binding his mouth. Searching for things like that were hard in the dark.

``I'm fine darling... I'm sorry I had to get you involved in this... this is the last consignment of drugs that I am doing for Gerald the Merciless... he said that I'd be free after this last heist...''

``Oh Tom...''

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 28 Oct 2009 19:49:50)