Confrontation

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    “Fifth left... so next is a right turn.”  I said under my breath.
    It would be easy to get lost again.  I had spent a few minutes trying to memorize the map, counting turns and guessing distances.  Navigation had never been my talent, but I had to try.  I had not gotten lost again yet.
    I heard squeaks up ahead, the distinct sound of latex on latex.  Somebody was close.  I grinned and picked up the pace.  One more corner, and there they both were.
    The girl in blue slammed her shoulder into the girl in pink.  Pink hit the wall hard and slid to the floor.  She whimpered and curled into a ball.
    “What the hell!”  I shouted.
    Blue glanced my way casually, then took a long step to stand over Pink.  She leaned down, almost straddling the other girl.  Her knee bent, gently pressing against Pink’s neck.  The girl trembled and stared up at Blue with wide eyes.
    I sprinted the distance.  There was no time to think, no time to wonder why the girls were fighting.  I tackled blue, and her legs tangled into mine.  We tumbled, hitting the floor and the wall. She hit my belly hard, knocking the wind out of me.  I wheezed and rolled to the side, scrabbling out from under Blue.
    Just like that, it was over.  I stared, breathing hard.  Blue was lying still with her eyes closed.  I crawled to her and put a hand against the side of her neck.  Her chin shifted limply when I touched her, but her pulse was strong and fast.  She was breathing heavily too, I noticed.   The gentle movement of her breasts was quite distracting, in fact; I almost missed the thin grey smoke curling around her nose.
    I tore my gaze away from Blue’s chest and checked on the other girl.  Pink was still curled up on the floor.  She probably could not get up by herself in that straitjacket.
    “Alright, don’t panic now.  I’m just going to help you up.”
    Pink stayed still.  I gently took her by the shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position.  She was dead weight in my hands, and her head hung so that her hair covered her face.  I touched her cheek, turning her head so that I could look her in the eyes.
     She was unconscious.
    “What the hell!”  I said again, more quietly.
     I could almost believe that Blue had been knocked out by our tumble, but why was Pink out too?  This whole situation made no sense.  I glared at the girls, wishing they could just tell me what was happening, why they were fighting, and why they were tied up.
    The keys were probably still in that first room.  I touched the lock dangling from the back of Pink’s ball gag.  If there were keys, they would probably be for Blue’s gear.  Still, there was a chance that they might work for Pink as well.  Blue might be lovely, but her behavior made no sense.  I had no idea what she would do if I freed her.
    I made my decision, and picked Pink up off the floor.  She was a small girl, but my arms burned with her weight.  I settled her over my shoulders and an ache spread across my neck.  The muscles there felt tender, like I had been carrying something else that way recently.
    It took maybe ten minutes to find the first room again.  I was guessing, of course.  There were no clocks in the halls, and I had nothing on me to tell the time.  Ten minutes just sounded right.
    The door was unlocked.  I opened it clumsily, almost dropping Pink.  Then I stumbled in and settled her onto the bed.  I sagged in relief, I was not used to carrying that kind of weight.  Pink moaned drowsily.
    “Hold on just a moment.”
    I knelt and reached under the bed.  The briefcase was right where I expected.  I popped it open.  My clothes were on top, but I shoved them aside.  There was more latex and more bindings, but I ignored them.  Right at the bottom was a big ring of keys.
    “Ahah!”  I crowed, holding the ring high.
    Pink’s eyes were open, and she was watching me.  Her gaze were steady, calm and curious.  My world started shrinking again, like I was falling into those eyes.  I fumbled with the keys, almost dropping them.
    “Er, hello again.”  I said awkwardly.  “Let me just get that gag off you.”
    Pink languidly rolled over, exposing the back of her neck.  I lifted the lock hanging there and started checking keys.  The fourth one fit.  I turned it, and unbuckled the gag.
   She turned her head toward me, staring at me again as I pulled the gag out of her mouth.  A little string of saliva glistened between her tongue and the rubber ball.  She closed her mouth and swallowed.  I tossed the gag aside.
    “Are you okay?”  I asked.
    “Hm, never better.”  She said in a happy purr.
    I swallowed.  “Um.  That’s good.”
    “So, how did you like my little game?”
    My blood went cold.

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