Re: First Floor
Red had tired herself hours earlier by trying to scream through the duct tape. She'd managed to get the tape off her mouth after screaming futilely, but freeing her hands had turned out to be impossible, and she'd only managed to wind the duct tape tighter. The closet door was locked from the outside, so when she had managed to get up and pull on the knob, it had turned out to be useless. In the end, she had sat in the corner angrily and waited on the Wolf to come save her. (He would, she knew)
As the hours passed, however, she became very displeased with her Wolf.
She'd fallen asleep near sunrise, and it wasn't until the door opened that she'd woken. She was still Red for one second, for just the briefest, briefest moment, and she looked at Shane, who was naked and covered in blood and bruises. "You look like you had loads more fun than I did, sugar," Red said sleepily.
Then the cape disappeared into nothing, and her hair lightened somewhat, the perfect curls fading into a ponytail at the nape of her neck; dress replaced by Briton's borrowed clothes, and she jumped up to her feet and held her wrists out.