@uselessdevice . Basil & Fish Lecter
Her body still felt like lead as the sedatives wore off. Fish had no idea where she was, or who had taken her, but as her eyes fluttered open, she spotted a man standing nearby. He was tall and lanky. Middle-aged. He smelled like cigarette smoke and fresh cologne.
She didn't move from where she was lying down, her face on the pillow, but she looked around, scanning the room. It was a big bedroom, elegantly furnished, and she was clearly lying on the bed. Her arms didn't move right. Oh. She was tied up. She spotted the Mason family crest above the fireplace. A mixture of rage and fear bubbled up in her chest.
She could probably break the handcuffs if she tried hard enough. But right now, she needed to keep a level head. To think through this. If her dad was here, he'd tell her to assess the situation, to look for a weakness first. Her dad wasn't there though, and she felt alone and scared. But she had one advantage. Whoever that man was, he didn't know just how dangerous she really was.
"Where am I?" she croaked, painting a scared expression on her face. It wasn't too hard to pretend. Besides, she had gotten good at it. It was how she had tricked her dad's secretary. She still remembered what her blood tasted like. Oh, it was so bland. Uninspired. She wondered what this man's blood was going to taste like. Probably rancid, if he was in the habit of kidnapping little girls.
"Please, please let me go." A sob, perfectly crafted, left her lips.
