Brianna Late For Her Meeting

Description:

Brianna Olivia paces her luxury suite at the Waldorf, on the phone with a collogue before her career-defining pitch to the board. The sharp rap at her door comes without warning. Before she can react, a masked figure in black tactical gear slips inside, pressing a gloved finger to his lips. "Ms. Olivia," he whispers, his voice unnervingly calm, "I'm afraid you'll be missing that meeting." The rope bites into her wrists as he binds them behind her back, the fibers scratching against her silk dress. Each loop around her arms, knees, and ankles tightens with mechanical precision. The cotton handkerchief placed between her teeth tastes of starch and cologne. Perched awkwardly on the mahogany desk, she strains against her bonds until her muscles scream in protest, the ropes only seeming to constrict further. When she finally manages to roll herself onto the king-sized bed, the satin duvet offers no purchase for escape. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she watches the sun begin its slow descent, marking time as her opportunity slips away.