Harriet cackled, menace shining bright in her eyes.

“You fools really would do anything to cover up your failures.”

She eyed the handsome young man before her, tied to a chair writhing against the tight ropes. Who would believe that Harriet went missing? THE Harriet! Absolute bollocks! Men’s egos are too fragile she thought, they themselves have too much pride. Heads filled with alpha male bullshit, rejection seems to be too much to handle. She kneeled in front of him, so close she could feel his hot breath fan across her exposed throat. A lazy smile sliced across her innocent face. Something wicked burning in those emerald eyes.

“You think taking me hostage would sway my mind? Force me to accept a good for nothing proposal?” She all but spat, “ how does it feel to be tied to a chair against your will?”

She wanted to say much more, ask him how it felt to have your wrist chafed till they are raw and bleeding. For your bones to ache and throat ablaze from lack of water. Your own mind a prison to your fears fuelled by paralysing trepidation... Despite wishing to make him suffer, she stood up, and in one swift motion slapped him. Her own palm stung and his eyes welled with tears a small chuckle escaped her ruby lips. She turned and left the rotting cell but not before declaring her farewell.

“Sweet dreams.”