Nazia gets stuck

She opened the door and went inside and just as she had thought, it was a massive warehouse with enormous ceiling. It was built a few inches under the level of the street so from the doorway when she entered, there was a small wooden area and on the side, there was a small staircase to take you on the ground level of the warehouse. She stood on the wooden area to scan the warehouse. There was no sign of her target here. The warehouse appeared to not be in use as it was mostly empty with leaves and twigs all over the ground. There were a few boxes and tools on the sides and near the other end of the warehouse. Nazia was looking around carefully to look for any clues but what she had not noticed was that the wooden planks she was standing on were old and cracked. Suddenly one of the planks cracked and gave way. Nazia’s left leg was on this and she felt herself going down. She grabbed on to the side bar of the staircase next to her. However the plank had totally given away and now her left leg was dangling. She held on to the side bar with all her strength but the pressure she placed on her right leg was too much for the other wooden plank and soon that gave away too. Within a few seconds, both the planks had fallen away and Nazia’s grip slipped and she found herself falling. She shrieked as she fell through the gap that had formed when the planks gave away but her fall was somewhat halted by her upper body which did not go through the gap. This left her bottom half, her legs dangling from mid air, with her top half stuck above, with her waist jammed against the edges of the other wooden planks that were still holding strong.

All this happened within a space of a few seconds. When her fall was halted and Nazia found herself stuck, she looked around to figure out what had actually happened. This revealed to her the extent of her predicament, where she wasn’t just stuck, but embarrassingly for her, she was also exposed. For when Nazia had fallen through the gap created by the two planks that had fallen away, her legs had gone through but the thick material of her long maroon skirt had crumpled up and formed a messy bunch near her waist area where she was stuck. This had left her legs, which were now dangling awkwardly, exposed. She cursed her luck for finding herself in this predicament and tried to think of a way to get herself out of this. She had completely lost track of The Pirate it appeared and this would go down as another embarrassing failure in her quest to capture the cat-burglar.