DARK LONDON NIGHTS // sully from top boy

10 - strike

It had been several hours since the man had stormed into the room and yelled at Nora. So she sat on the cold floor, chained to the radiator, trapped in a sparsely lit room somewhere in the middle of nowhere with her own thoughts.

She knew now that she was in Sully's custody. Probably because she couldn't deliver the damn money. But why all this fuss? While the thoughts went crazy in her head, Nora stared at the blank walls. She counted the ceiling tiles for half an hour. There were 32.

If only she had told someone about this.

 If only she had told Louis about it, or even the police - just anyone. But now no one knew why she was gone, Nora had lost all sense of time and, moreover, had no orientation as to where she must be.

Sully's face appeared in her mind's eye, even though she tried hard not to think of him.

But she thought of him - how he had strutted into her office as if he had every right to do so. How he'd spoken to her, actually, so damned brash and presumptuous, but at the same time so clear and intimidating.

Nora thought of his green-brown eyes that had fixed her and how she had thought that such eyes could not belong to an evil man after all. She had not taken him seriously despite his authority and threats, she had challenged him and that was what she got.

Anger was bubbling up in her stomach, she could think of nothing but cursing this narcissistic and idiotic man.

It drove Nora crazy how someone could be so sure of himself, so arrogant and ready for anything, just to somehow get his way. It made her incredibly angry that he didn't even have the courage to come down here himself and instead sent some errand boys to give her a damn kebab box.

Did he really think she was going to eat that?

Nora hadn't even touched the white box. The smell of fried kebab meat and chips had been in the small room for hours. The smell and just the thought of food made Nora gag. None of this was right. She was so incredibly angry, and if she ever laid eyes on that damn egomaniac, he'd realize damn quick he'd messed with the wrong one.

But Nora had to pull herself together.

She thought of Louis and all her other colleagues, who were probably wondering very much why she hadn't shown up for work. She had no sense of time, but she was sure that at least two days must have passed since they had gone to the club.

Sitting there on the dirty concrete floor, watching the faces of her friends in her mind's eye, Nora decided she had to come up with an escape plan.

A really good one.

The next few hours remained quiet, no one visited her in her small basement dungeon. This was to Nora's advantage, because she could use this time to come up with a watertight plan. The rage and her hopeless plight made her brain go into overdrive, going through every possibility, weighing the options in her head, trying to assess her environment. She listened for sounds, for footsteps coming from above.

Soon she had figured out a pattern in which the footsteps from above appeared to be walking down the building. At half-hour intervals, a person would walk down a flight of stairs to the front of the room she was trapped in, apparently listening. Sometimes there would be a knock and she would be asked if all was well.

Soon she had analyzed all the behaviors of the two men present and hatched a plan to take advantage of the time window and escape. It was very risky, because Nora simply had no idea what the building she was in looked like. She didn't know where she was. What was above her. And even if she made it out of the building - how would she know what was waiting for her outside?

She was interrupted in her thought plan when the heavy iron door was unlocked.

Nora looked up and fixed her gaze on the person who entered the room. It was the man from earlier who bore the scar on his cheek. It was the man who had accompanied Sully when he threatened her.

Nora watched him intently, trying not to let her fear show. She was highly determined to show these men that she was not a helpless girl, but a boss woman with more brain cells than Sully and his two little friends combined.

"Why aren't you eating?" the man asked monotonously, pointing to the food box.

Nora kept silent and looked him provocatively in the eye. He could kiss her ass.

"You should eat something," he said a little louder and demanding.

Nora replied with indifferent silence. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. What a clown.

The man got down on his knees and looked her sternly straight in the eye. He leaned toward her a bit and had the look on his face that men have when they try to lecture you. Nora was almost burning with blazing anger.

"You're supposed to fucking eat, do you hear me fam?" he said sharply, eyeing her angrily.

Nora withstood his gaze disinterestedly. Then she tilted her head slightly toward him.

"Go fuck yourself," she spoke in a controlled manner, lowering her chin a little, not taking her eyes off him. Then she smiled at him with played affection.

Immediately the man's expression hardened and he looked at Nora with rage. He shook his head and grabbed her jaw.

"Don't disrespect me, bitch," he gritted between his teeth and the grip on her jaw tightened.

That was when Nora's jaw dropped. That stupid bastard. He could talk all the trash he wanted, but no one, really no one, grabbed her face.

She grabbed his fingers, tried to bite them and kicked him aggressively.

She kicked wildly, trying to break free in panic, but the restraints wouldn't let go.

"You fucking bitch," the man jumped up and spat in her direction.

"Fuck you, stupid idiot," she shouted after him as he escaped her kicks, cursing. She kicked the kebab box and the food flew into his face. Strike.

"You think you can get away with it, you stupid whore?" he roared, wiping the kebab sauce off his shirt. His jaw tightened before he spat the following words hatefully at her:

"Just wait and see what the boss does to you, you hear?"