The Hustle

Chapter 5- Fluffy Cuffs and Even Softer Gaurds

Before I even open my eyes I can feel the pounding behind them. The throbbing dull ache of my poor brain being deprived of oxygen. I can feel how dry my mouth is and how my arms are pulled above my head leaving them weak and tingly.
I peel my eyes open just a bit, to check and see if there's anyone in the room before I fully get up. There's no other movement or breathing so I open my eyes fully, to find myself in an empty bedroom.

It's well furnished for being a place to hold a prisoner. Although the room looks impersonal it's very neat and well put together, like a guest room that's been weapon proofed. No hard decorations, with fabric artwork on the walls and throw pillows being the main decorations.

I turn my head to look at the fluffy hand cuffs keeping my hands bound to the bed frame. Bringing my gaze downwards I see that one of my feet is also chained to the bed. At least my foot is with a real handcuff.

That just makes things more difficult for no reason. Why cabin someone up in not even police level handcuffs? It's a simple lock to pick, and by tying my leg up my captor has done absolutely nothing but make me take off an extra cuff. Also why use sexy time handcuffs to lock up someone you deem important or potentially dangerous? The soft insides are nice to my wrists though and the lock is way easier to break, so I guess I shouldn't complain.

Screw him. I'm more important than some shitty kink cuffs, at least challenge me.

With my hands behind my head I pluck out a hairpin and get working on the handcuffs while watching the door for any signs of movement. Moments later with hands free I get to work on my ankle, yet get frustrated at the bent hairpin. Deciding to work quicker I kick the bed post and break the top spine off and just slip the cuff off the post. Lowkey kinda a badass accessory, so I just bust the chain holding the cuffs together. Now it's like a cute post correctional facility accessory.

I walk to the door and I can see it's unlocked from where I am. Is he joking? Does he think I'm a joke?
This is borderline rude.

Clearly he's not trying to test my abilities. Does he think I'm some minor pick pocket? I could've gotten out of this when I was 9.

I can see the shadows of feet under the door so I can tell at least one person is guarding me. Grabbing the broken piece of the bed as a weapon I open the door and immediately clock the one man with the wood. He crumples and there's no one else left in the hallway. I drag him into my room and use the kink cuffs to keep him stuck to the bed frame.

Stupid man insulting my abilities, let's see if your trusted guard can get out of them.

I walk out the door with my bed post in hand, and shut the door behind me. I doubt many people even know I'm here, let alone that a guard should be outside this random door.

I can see the end of the hallway to my left and start to head right listening for voices. People center around their leader. Leaders surround themselves with their pawns.
I'm onto you Prince Charming. And oh boy he better be praying because I'm pissed.

I come across some of the voices, three of them to be exact. And when they stop to check me out I make my move, knocking the first one out cold with my make shift baton. Now the second and third have realized I'm a threat and not a pet.

The one man goes to grab me and I kick him square in the balls, he keels over and I round house kick his head into a wall. The third guy is already lunging at me and manages to tackle me to the ground. Using his momentum against him I flip him over my head, and immediately get up on my feet turning and grabbing his weapon straight out of the air and throwing it behind me. I wonder if he's scared now that he doesn't have his weapon grade club to pummel me with.

I fake to kick him in the balls as I did his comrade and when he grabs my foot I jump off the ground with the other leg and kick him ssraight in the face, landing on my hands and knees. He's out cold too. I open a door and drag them in, Trading my bed post for the sleek baton.

This thing spins around my hand with ease, a beautiful weapon with just the right amount of weight to it. How sweet, providing me with the perfect baton.

I continue my trek down the halls, and tuck the baton by my hip inside my robe. Every once in a while someone passes me, and if they don't give me a second look I keep walking, questioners get a swift knock over the head and some rug burn from the drag into an empty room. As the doors become more expensive looking, and more locked, I realize I must be getting quite close. Hearing low murmurs around the corner I take a right into a hall with two guards standing in front of a door.
Two guards? Someone important is definitely in there, I didn't even get two. While I'm back around the bend thinking up an idea, another man (I can tell by his stupidly heavy foot steps) arrives at the door, greeting both guards by name and says something about he can't wait to hear the plan updates from his cousin. The plan updates? Sounds important. Importance means my Prince Charming is most likely behind that door. Sweet.

I wait a minute for the guards to get bored again, and turn the corner. My robe slightly falling off one shoulder, my bare feet making almost no noise on the expensive hard wood floors. When the guards finally notice me (took them long enough I'm practically on top of them now), I tell them I'm here for a meeting. They look between each other and then at me.
"There are no women invited. Ever. Who are you?" The guard on the right looks me up and down, clearly distracted and not paying attention to lefty's comment.
"Well that's quite sexist isn't it? I'm here to break glass ceilings if course, and you know diversity requirements and all," I smile up at him with sarcasm dripping through my tone, the saccharine smile on my face clearly enough to portray my dislike. Both men just look at me, the pair of idiots they are,
"A little rude you don't even know who I am darling, oh well, let's hope you don't forget next time," I smile to the two of them, and throw an arm in either direction, punching righty in the face, and bludgeoning lefty with the baton. Knockouts, just as I hoped. They weren't very big guys, who would've thought a punch to the temple would work so quickly though? I open the door excited to crash this little meeting, and to bitch out whoever was in charge of my security detail. It was so easy to get here it wasn't even fun, and so rude of them to think a pair of fluffy hand cuffs would be enough for my sneaky hands!
"Hello boys, you must've forgotten my invite yes? No worries I'm only a tad late," I smirk looking directly into Prince Charming's eyes. I can see the flames rise in them, and the veins in his arms look as though they might burst.