So, this chapter is rather short. I need inspiration, and I will make it up to you all in the next chapter. Any ideas?
After the initial nausea had gone away, and Amanda was able to tolerate the throbbing in her head, and the stiffness in her bruised neck, the first thing she noticed was that the cold was extreme, and the walls were extremely bright. With a groan Amanda closed her eyes, "Why the hell would anyone paint a room bright yellow" she thought to herself, as she tried to move her arms. With the realization that they were tied in front of her with a thick rope, and an expertly done knot, something moving in the corner of the room caught her eye, "Olivia?"
Olivia had run across her share of bad days, and bad guys, but this man was someone she knew she would remember for a long time and that's probably exactly what he wanted. Ignoring the putrid (in her opinion) color of the yellow walls around her, she started turning her head, but was overcome with an extreme case of dizziness and had to stop moving - it would do no good to be passed out again, and where the hell was Amanda? When a groan escaped from her mouth, she got her answer as she heard her name called softly, and she recognized the blonde detectives groggy voice. "Hey Amanda" she said, turning to face her, the dizziness still apparently there but manageable, much different than it was before "guess we get that girl time after all."
Hearing the dark sarcasm in Olivia's voice, sobered Amanda up. She had never heard Olivia like this before- except for once, and even then it had given her the shivers. "Yes, I guess we do" she said to her, as she turned and met her eyes. "How're you holding up?" Amanda paused for a moment before answering the detective. On one hand she didn't want to sound like an inferior baby, but on the other she felt horrible, her tounge felt fuzzy and her eyes burned. "I'm alive" is what she finally decided on, "How're you?" Before Olivia could answer, she heard the door open, and after giving an encouraging nod to Amanda they both turned toward the sound of boots - clopping, clopping, clopping, noisily towards them; and they both were fearfully angry and annoyed with themselves in their own separate ways.
He had heard them talking, and so he decided that now was the time to formally introduce himself. Mama always said to be nice to houseguest, and houseguest they were, and would hopefully be for a very long time. This made him smile, while his hands buzzed with a neat little tingle and his thoughts swarmed. The makeshift panel and tunnels he had beneath his house were good for something after all. It's a pity only two people know about them, and one of them is dead he though to himself, opening the door, and letting the chains clink to the side. Oh, this would be fun.
Purpously dragging his feet down the stairs, in a half-hearted attempt to warn them of his presence, made John's shiver travel to his shoulders and down his spine. How nice. The blonde had turned over to face the brunette, and both their faces were laced with anger. The blonde, Amanda was it, was particularly cute when she was mad he decided. "Hello ladies, enjoying your stay?" without hesitation he pulled a knife from his beltloops, and sat down in a chair that was set beside the stairs he had just come down. "What do you want you son of a bitch?" Olivia practically shout at him, her eyes narrowing as she took his features in. "You're the one that's been following me, haven't you?" "You're quite observant you know, Miss. Benson, but not observant enough"taking a bit of time to smile, showing them his pearly whites before continuing on. "And Amanda, darling, you're quieter than I would have expected" standing up he walks over, and gently caresses her face with his knife. So very quiet. "I imagine those restraints are hurting you, I made sure to tie them particularly tight. You are the cop types." "How's the gambling anonymous going, relapsed lately? And your love life Miss. Benson, still as empty as a schoolhouse in the summertime?" He says these words almost nonchalantly, but he can see the wheels turning in his captives heads. Oh how they're wondering about me now.
Deciding to ignore the words of the man in front of her, and the coldness they made her feel, Amanda makes the decision to negotiate with the bastard. Something she didn't usually do. "You do realize if you let us go now, we could let this slide" Amanda lies while stealing a glance at Olivia who nods to her ever so slightly, "A little probation, community service. It's good to help the public now and then." John take a moment to ponder these words, looking back and forth between the pair. "Where would the fun be in that" he seems to ask with a cold grin. "So where's Emma?"Olivia felt the need for answers. If they were going to die, maybe one of them could get away, and it would do well by her if one of them could get the story out.
"She's previously occupied." He tells them, taking a moment to admire his handy work while they were conscious and kicking. What a pair he had picked out. They both didn't know their place, so he figured it was time to show them just what he expected. But two at once? No, he couldn't do that, but which one first?