This story was written for the Genre Challenge: Romantic Thriller
Rosalie stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself up in a soft towel.
Something instinctively told her that she was not alone in the flat.
The hairs on the back of her neck started to rise.
She should be alone. Her husband was at work and she had the flat to herself for a few hours. That was why she decided to have a nice long shower. There was something about letting the water drench you, that usually calmed and relaxed her. She had been very tense of late.
She just finished drying herself off and put on a loose tracksuit when her instincts told her to move away from the door just as it burst open and two men wearing black from head to toe stormed in.
She screamed but one of the men forced a leather-clad hand over her mouth. She kicked out, hitting the other man in the neck with her foot. Then she felt something heavy hit her on the head and then nothing but darkness.
When she regained consciousness, her head was still sore, and waves of nausea nearly caused her to regurgitate her breakfast.
Her hand and feet were bound together tightly and a gag was tied over her mouth. She lay on the floor of a dimly lit cell.
She started going over things in her head, reciting poetry that she’d learned at school, reciting Shakespeare plays. This was part of her training to keep her mind active in situations like these.
Just as she finished re-enacting Julius Caesar and was about to start The Merchant of Venice, the door to her cell opened and two more black-clad louts came in, possibly the same ones.
They roughly picked her up and carried her out of the room.
She let her head and body go limp but carefully tried to catch a glimpse of something that would give her a clue to where she was. The corridor was long with a handful of empty cells leading off it. Only dim electric lights provided any illumination.
At the end of the corridor, they climbed up several flights of steps, then emerged into a large room, with white walls and smooth floors.
She lost track of the turns they then took, down several corridors, three rights, then a left, followed by several more stairs.
Finally, they dumped her body into a chair, removed her gag and left her.
Then a bright light shone in her face, blinding her.
From beyond this light, a voice came, rough but with a certain sarcastic tone to it.
“You are Mrs Maxwell, I take it? Wife of Jonathan Maxwell the Spy?”
She said nothing.
“Your husband has been giving us quite a bit of trouble recently, Mrs Maxwell. Preventing our shipments going through. I am hoping that you will provide the leverage to get him to stop. It is imperative that our operations continue. I have prepared a ransom note, and to add that touch of authenticity, I’d like you to sign it yourself.”
“What if I don’t?” her voice did not betray any of the fear that she felt inside. She was proud of that.
The voice laughed, “Oh, Mrs Maxwell, you don’t want us to get nasty, believe me. If you cooperate, there is no reason why you cannot survive this and in time be reunited with your husband.”
Suddenly the door burst off its hinges and several armed men ran in, wearing SAS uniforms. A man dressed all in black, his head obscured by a balaclava sauntered in and walked up to two SAS soldiers who were holding a smartly dressed man, dripping in gold.
The man in black then punched her former interrogator in the stomach and he doubled over grunting.
“Take him away,” he said, pulling off his balaclava.
She glared at him and said “I can’t articulate how mad I am with you at this moment! What kept you?”
He laughed “I’m sorry, Darling, I couldn’t act as quickly as I wanted to, my contacts at the SAS took a while to pull strings. I hope they didn’t hurt you. I assure you I am most penitent. How can I make it up to you?”
He untied her bound feet and arms then pulled her into his arms.
“Oh, I suppose a trip to the Bahamas might just do the trick,” she said as they kissed passionately.
“I have to admit, that was an excellent plan, you made the perfect bait, my darling”.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/April/2019