"Mrs Music"

Chapter 3

He is casually swinging backwards on a battered metal framed chair, one slim leg on the floor keeping him balanced. He drops the 2 front legs back onto the ground, spreading his legs in a very masculine manner, then leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees, a smirk tugging at his lips, his platinum blonde hair falling over one eye. He looks me up and down more than once, continuing to smirk, and then chews on the side of his thumb. Beside him is a small table with more of the blue paper I found littering the floor, some pens, some bottled water and a few toiletries, that I notice include ladies roll on deodorant and facial cleansing wipes. Hmm! How very metrosexual of him.
I become acutely aware of my current state of undress and feel very awkward and self conscious under his scrutiny.
I step back and pull the blanket as tightly around me as I can.
"Do I know you?" I ask
He just continues to stare. I stare back, trying to place him. He does look so familiar. 'Know your enemy'. It's one of those phrases we've all heard, but never before have i thought it might actually be useful to me.

I jump at the sound of someone entering the room behind me. I spin around and see a human shaped, but brick-wall sized hulk of a man in the doorway. I'm now entering fight or flight mode. I feel trapped, well, I AM trapped, but I now have someone unknown approaching me from behind, and Mr Smirkypants directly in front of me. What to do?
Scream?! Why, no-one would hear me here anyway!
Run? Where to!? I can only see one exit and that's blocked by 'The wall'!
There's nowhere to hide...... Im left with my wits only, although these aren't likely to be particularly helpful at this precise moment due to my fuzzy head.

'The wall' approaches with a chair in his enormous hand, places it just infront of Mr Smirkypants and gestures for me to sit. With a huff and a shake of my head I decline the seat.
He steps forward and catches my arm, pulling me closer to the chair and forcing me to sit down in it. He stands behind the chair and gently places his hands on my shoulders. I presume to impress upon me my helplessness, but I decide to test my theory anyway by attempting to stand up. I'm right, he puts some force into holding me in place. I glare up at him, and he places one meaty mauler on the top of my head and turns it to face Mr Smirkypants.
I notice our knees are almost touching, and look up into his eyes, catching him with his tongue in his cheek, staring!
There is a thump in my chest and my breath catches in my throat. What the hell is that all about, and What does he want?
Minutes pass by and no words are uttered. I am feeling more and more vulnerable, being stared at makes me feel nervous at the best of times, but whilst half naked, wrapped in a blanket in an abandoned building, stuck between these 2 men I don't know I feel absolute terror!
I decide I have to speak. Looking directly at Mr Smirky, and with a confident tone that I don't actually feel i say:

"Ok, enough now! You obviously have some reason for bringing me here. Would you care to share it with me so I can help you out and then get out of here"

He fixes his eyes on me and growls in a deep, heavily accented low voice that I did not expect from his boyish face, "Oh no, you misunderstand... you aren't leaving. You are never leaving"

WHAT??!!