Chapter 23 - Doing Nothing

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Olivia didn't stay on the ground for long. Gritting her teeth, she heaved herself to her feet. Heath watched, eyebrows raised

"So, are we just going to sit in here?" She wondered out loud, focusing most of her energy on staying upright.

Heath shrugged. "I've never been kidnapped before. I dunno."

Olivia hobbled to the left wall, across from where Heath sat. There was a wooden door there with a tiny metal slot. She slid the metal back to find a view of the dank, gray hallway behind a layer of bars behind the door. "If we work to together, we can probably break down this door."

Laughing out loud, Heath spat on the floor. "Good idea. Let's break our shoulders, too."

"C'mon. We could do it without breaking our shoulders."

"And how are we gonna do that, Princess?"

She scowled. "Did you just call me Princess?"

"Would you prefer Duchess?"

They stared at each other in stony silence for a moment.

"Look," Olivia began. "I really don't feel like dying right now. From what I've heard, these Cuban pirate guys aren't the most merciful captors out there. Therefore, we need to get the hell out of here." She spoke slowly, as if Heath were a small child, or deaf or stupid.

Heath glared at her. "You're the one who's all convinced James will come back."

"Well, we have to do something," she argued. "I refuse to just --ow!" Olivia dropped to the ground, clutching her side. "Goddamn, that hurts."

Heath smirked. "Maybe the something you need to be doing is nothing. Lay down. You're killing yourself."

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