"I was wondering when you would show up." Barbara White stalked closer to her new target, Henry Robert the third. He was a multimillionaire company owner who had a thing for the ladies. AKA a perfect prey for the seductive thief.
'I didn't realize you was waiting for me." Barbara smirked as she tighten the bonds on his wrists.
"Well, what can I say?" Robert lustful eyes lowered as Barbara hand's hovered teasingly over the zone where he desperately wanted it. "I always been a sucker for the bonded and hopeless foreplay."
"So you enjoy being in the palm of my hands?" Barbara winked playfully as her hands crept lower to his ankles and tighten the bonds around them as well.
"At this very moment, I rather have something else in the palm of your hands." Robert wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, his face had a hint of disappointment when Barbara moved away from the bed.
"Of course, Baby, and it will be soon." Barbara turned her back to him as she teasely unwrapped the robe that confined her. She let Robert sit in anticipation, knowing full well that he wanted to robe to pool down to her feet revealing her silky smooth skin. But she had something else planned for him. She grabbed the knife attached to her thigh and held it up, still out of Robert view, to admire the light reflecting against it.
"Are you ready to play?" She smiled a wicked grin before turning to him.
"Farah?"
Robert eyes widen in shock. "W-what do you think you're doing with that?"
"What's wrong baby? Don't tell me you're afraid of my harmless game?" Barbara eyes took on a mischievous gleam a she walked closer to Robert who was now squirming around, trying to get away.
"This isn't funny Barbara!" "Farah!?" "Put that thing down before somebody gets hurt."
"Oh it won't be somebody, It will be you Robert." Barbara tapped the knife against his chisel jaw, that was now sputtering in disbelief. "That it unless you fork over the two million dollars i know you're hiding in your safe."
Robert eyebrows rose in realization. He heard rumors about the scarlet thief, but he never thought it could happen to him. Her red hair should have been a dead give away. He was knowing staring eye to eye with the woman who had single handily stolen million of dollars and gotten away with it. Well, he wasnt going to let her win. One vital thing he got from those rumors was that the Scarlet Thief didn't kill her victims. That will be his saving grace.
He gulped before talking a deep breath. He tried to make his voice sound steady and calm but the knife pressed against his neck made it impossible for him to do that. Fear shivered down his spine as he spoke his last word.
"N-never!"
Barbara smirked wickedly. "So be it..." She said before bringing the kni-
"FARAH!"
Farah was temporarily thrown out of her writer mode by a loud unforgiving voice. She turned in disgust to see who dared interrupted her work.
"What!" She glared at her best-friend, Trina, who peered down at her through her glasses.
"We're almost at our stop that's what."
Farah looked up to see that she was right. She was spared only a couple of minutes to gather her belongs before the doors opened forcing her to step out. She stumbled over her own foot as two crowds of people pushed against her, one trying to leave while the other tried to get in to the already packed train.
