"It's true," you say. "I've been following you ever since I saw you on the train from France." You smile up at him seductively. "You're very handsome, you know."
He still looks angry, but no longer afraid.
"You're crazy," he says, with just a slight look of pride. Now you move in for the kill. You heave a big breath so that your breasts swell up from your neckline.
"Wouldn't you show me around Shanghai?" you purr. "We could start with dinner at your hotel." His eyes narrow, but he shrugs.
"Why not?" he says, and throws an arm around you. You walk together back to his hotel. He doesn't talk, and neither do you. In the lobby, he says, "Let's order room service."
Ah, male vanity, you think as you get on the elevator with him.
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In his room, he makes no move toward ordering food, but he takes you in his arms and licks your neck with long, firm strokes. Always the professional, you murmur and sigh, as would a love-besotted woman. He moves you back until your legs are against the bed. He pushes you back onto the bed, now nibbling at your ear.Mmmm. The things I do for France, you think. Then, he pulls away and licks at your fingers. |
"I must get something," he says and goes into the bathroom. You consider leaping from the bed and getting out of the room, but then decide to hang around for another half hour or so. Jean-Claude comes back with his shirt off. You run your hands over his muscular chest.
"Cherie," he whispers in your ear. He kisses his way down your arm, and then suddenly you feel something metallic and hear a "click." You're handcuffed to the bed! For a moment you panic, but then you get control of yourself and smile at Jean-Claude seductively.
"You naughty boy," you say in a throaty voice. Jean-Claude laughs brusquely. He shoves a rag in your mouth and leaves the room. You sag back against the bed mattress. You've been captured by the enemy.
After what seems like hours, someone comes back in the room. It's not Jean-Claude. It's the Chinaman you saw in the alleyway. He comes to the side of the bed and pulls the rag out of your mouth. Before you can scream, he holds another cloth over your mouth.
Chloroform, you think, just before you lose consciousness.
You come to in the back seat of a car. You're careful not to move. You can feel that your hands and feet are tied with rope and you are gagged. Turning your head carefully, you see that the Chinaman is driving. Judging from the bumps in the road, you're no longer in town. You crane your neck slightly. The door by your feet is unlocked. You might be able to open it with your foot.
Should you try to jump out of the car, or wait for a better opportunity to escape?
