Killer Heels and Prada

Chapter 15

  Miranda awoke to a dimly lit room. She tried to move but she found that her arms and feet were restrained. She tugged harder but they wouldn't budge. "Well, well, well sleeping beauty awakens I see." Irv said from a chair in the corner. He got up and walked over to the table beside her. "What exactly is in your tiny brain that malfunctioned enough that you thought you would try and kill me and the rest of the RUNWAY editors Irv?" Miranda asked icily. Irv chuckled. "I've been dying to tell you that actually Miranda. You see, once upon a time a beautiful young woman was set to take over the job as editor and chief of RUNWAY. On that day over 15 years ago; she walked into my office. She had long blonde hair, a gorgeous body, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Her name: Miranda Priestly. She turned the heads of every man in the office. She was married to an attorney at the time, however his name slips me. Anyways she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and I knew instantly that I wanted her. So, being her boss I figured it should be easy, so incredibly easy to get her into my bed. Especially if she wanted better budgets for that rag of a magazine at the time." Irv started to stroke Miranda's thigh, causing her skirt to ride up. "However, she turned me down, and that angered me so that I did everything I could to keep that magazine from becoming a success. I gave very small budgets, and yet still, by the end of her first year there, your first year there. The magazine was the top selling magazine at Elias Clarke, and since then it has gone on to be the top selling fashion magazine in America. Soon changes started to appear in your physical appearance, your hair started to change color, it wasn't long before you had a head of white hair. When the white hair appeared, so did the iconic hairstyle. It made your eyes look so much bluer if that's possible. It would have made anyone else look older, with you it just sort of defined your elegance, and your ice queen image of course." He sighed and looked at Miranda who was glaring back.

"As time went on I have become more obsessed with you, more in love with you and you have no idea how infuriating it is to love the very person that you hate the most and to know you can never have them. You wouldn't give me the time of day, and every order I gave you about RUNWAY you completely discarded. I might have been your boss, but you see my dear you have always been the one in charge and I just hate that. Then that stunt you pulled in Paris nearly two years ago, well my darling that was the last straw for me. So I knew it would take time, and little by little I came up with the perfect plan of revenge. I would have all the editors killed one by one, leaving you for last. It worked splendidly. You didn't actually seem to worry until protection was actually brought in for you." He pulled Miranda's shoes off of her and slid her stockings down her legs. Miranda began to struggle against her bonds even more. "I must say, that show you two put on while on board the jet was marvelous. I couldn't help but watch it over and over again my dear." Irv bent down and licked Miranda's thigh causing Miranda to flinch. She looked at Irv in pure disgust. "So quite you're usually much more outspoken sweetheart, and might I just say your skin is fabulous?"

Miranda jerked away and Irv chuckled. "Here's what's going to happen my love, I'm going to have you, I've wanted you for so long and now I will finally have you. Then I'm going to kill you, slowly and painfully. Now, all the others I had my assistant kill, he was rather disappointed when I told him I got to have you all to myself. Then of course he was unfortunately arrested today. So I had to move our little meeting up. I'm going to enjoy this greatly. "Irv, might I recommend a dark padded room and a straight jacket?" Miranda said in a deadly voice. Irv smirked. "That's more like it my love." Irv untied Miranda's bindings from the top of the table, then he untied her feet from the table. Leaving her feet bound together along with her hands. Miranda jumped up and just before swinging her legs around to kick him Irv hit her in the back of the head and Miranda slumped over and groaned. Irv quickly picked her up and moved her over to a bed he had in the room and quickly bound her arms and legs to the bed, this time spreading her legs open. Miranda shook off her pounding head and tried to focus. "Oh my God, he's going to kill me, he really is, how the hell do I get out of here?" Miranda thought to herself and began looking around the room discretly.