Tedious Revenge

Splashing was all she could hear, blind folded and being dragged by a man down a narrow tunnel. A thick chain was wrapped around her right wrist, the pulling was beginning to leave bruises. The man was well dressed, he looked annoyed because he was getting his best dress shoes filthy with water. He showed his displeasing attitude by telling her exactly what was going to happen to her,

"This time you won't escape. This basement was specially made for you, no windows, no objects to hit me with and especially no way to call for help. Oh, and we've got some liquid nitrogen headed your way in a few minutes."

She looked battered from when he had attempted to capture her previously. She was tripping over her own feet and having a hard time running through the water. It wasn't because she couldn't see or because the water was shallow, she seemed not to be paying too much attention to what she was doing. She had her head down, listening to everything around her, trying to figure out where she was. All she could hear was the splashing and an echo when he spoke.

The man finally stopped, took the blind fold off of her and smirked. Her head raised and with a piercing look into his eyes, punched him dead in the face. "Should have tied the other one."

It didn't faze him, it only made him angrier. "You're making this very easy for me." There was a shelf next to them standing against the stone wall. There were no windows, but there was light shining at the end of the tunnel in front of her. She stared at the light as he cuffed the chain up on a hook which was attached to the shelf. Her arm was being stretched and she had to stand on her toes.

It's not that she couldn't do something to save herself, she just liked to give him the benefit of the doubt that someday, someday he'd come up with a good plan. They had been fighting since they were children, it got exhausting at times, but she always won. It started when they were in the same martial arts class and he started to feel for her. She didn't like him, not one bit, she hardly even noticed him. When he was rejected, he challenged her and after being beaten several times over, he swore he would not let her get away with it. Pretty pathetic reason to wage war with someone.

Her expression was stoic as she just stared at him and waited for his speech of victory. He laughed, "I've finally done it! I'm out of here, try not to crack under the pressure!" He laughed at his horrible joke. She continued to stare at him as he ran down the tunnel towards the light and disappeared. The light however, stayed where it was, which meant that there was an opening down there somewhere. She looked at the shelf, at the cuffs and at the hook attached to the shelf.

She raised her eyebrow, "Nice shelf." She shook her cuffed arm and the shelf moved with ease. It wasn't connected to the wall at all and the hook was connected to the floppy shelf. She turned her head back and could hear the water slowly freezing. Luckily the tunnel was quite long and it was going to take a while to get to her, but she still needed to hurry.

She reached her other hand up and grabbed hold of the shelf, "Why does he always leave one arm loose?" She raised her feet up on the middle shelf and kicked in the bottom two shelves which brought the top two, along with the hook, down to the water. She fell to the water then took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she had to do next. She looked at the two, bulky shelves and decided to cut them down to a reasonable size. She leaned against the wall and tried kicking the shelves in but they refused to budge.

The sound of the nitrogen freezing whatever entered it's path was getting louder and she knew she had to get to the end of the tunnel. She stood up and dragged the shelves behind her. She realized that wasn't the most comfortable position, so she picked them up and ran as fast as she could toward the light. She reached the end and after jumping over a small step, she entered a cozy looking room.

"What the hell? Am I in his house?" She looked around and could see pictures of him on all four walls. He was full of himself. He never had a girlfriend, never even been on a date, he was too obsessed with winning against her. She shuttered with disgust then quickly smiled, she had a good idea. The shelves needed to come off and the pictures really crept her out, so she threw the shelves against the walls, smashing the pictures and finally smashing the shelves. Only the hook with a small piece of the shelf attached was left, along with the chain still around her wrist.

Quickly she ran to the door where she figured he had escaped. She opened it and saw a brick wall in front of her, "No way." She looked behind her and saw the window which was giving off the light. She opened the window, punched out the screen and started to squeeze herself out onto the nicely cut lawn. She looked up and could see people standing around in shock, staring at the house. She looked confused for a moment then sniffed and could smell smoke. She turned her head slightly and looked up for a split second to see fire. "That idiot!" His house was in a very nice neighborhood and was causing much trouble for her and for the neighbors.

She struggled to release herself from the window. It was tightening on her hips and she soon realized she hated being a woman. A bystander noticed her and quickly came to help her. He pulled her out with little effort, "How did you get stuck down there?" He saw the chain on her wrist, "Oh my, how did this happen?" He said as he grabbed her wrist. She yanked it away,

"Thank you for helping me." She walked away from the slowly burning house. The bystander watched her walk away but was quickly distracted by sirens. Fire trucks were finally reaching the scene. She stepped up onto the sidewalk and slowly turned around to watch the fire trucks fly passed her. She looked at the crowd surrounding the house. It was his personal home and for him to burn it down, must have meant he was getting desperate.

She didn't worry, as usual he left several large details overlooked and therefore, losing once again. He wasn't getting wiser, he wasn't getting smarter, but he was beginning to become dangerous. She looked worried, she knew there would be no chance to talk any sense into him. He was determined while she was exhausted.

The wind was picking up, making it harder to douse the flame. It wasn't her matter. She lifted her wrist up and realized how much of a pain it was going to be to cut the chain off. With a sigh and a turn of her head, she decided to go home to get cleaned up, and prepare herself for her opponents tedious revenge.