She covers his eyes

After a moments of consideration, Laurel decides that she can't properly interrogate him while naked and tries to find something to either cover herself or his head, preferably the first one. She moves quickly around the basement afraid that he would wake up and see her scurrying about in the nude until she finds a small rag. Holding it over herself she sees that it would only be large enough to cover her pussy or one of her breasts, with a groan, she realised that it wasn't enough and chose to tie it around his head and cover his eyes. It wasn't a perfect solution but at least he couldn't see her nakedness, as long as she kept her voice from cracking, he would never know.

Laurel spent the next few minutes pacing back and forth, waiting for him to wake up. She had almost given up and gone to sit down when she heard him moaning under his breath and saw him stirring.

"You awake?" Laurel asked in the most demanding voice she could muster.

It was a moment before he answered with a barely audible "yeah, where am I?"

"Not important." Laurel said as she walked up to him and grabbed him by the hair. "Who the hell are you people and what do you want with me?"

"I couldn't care less about you lady, we were told to go to the address and grab the lawyer" he snarled back at her.

"Why?" She asked violently, trying to ignore her inner humiliation.

"We were hired to"

"By who?"

"Don't know, never met a person, they contacted us by email and paid us in wire transfer. That's all I know"

Laurel let go of him for now as she pondered what to do next, thinking back on the night's events and what he said. Someone clearly had a vendetta, someone with money and connection. They had to take her alive though, so maybe they didn't want her dead, whoever set this up wanted to meet her face to face.

Met her where though?

"You said you were paid to kidnap me, right?" Laurel asked carefully.

"Right" he said quickly.

"Where were you supposed to take me afterwards? You had to have been given an address."

"We were"

"Where?"

"You don't really want to go there" he said smugly.

Laurel gave a humourless laugh. "And why not?"

"You'd be a bit underdressed for the occasion" he said with that same smug look.

Laurel froze in her tracks, it didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant but she tried to play it off.

"What do you mean?" She asked unconvincingly.

"Come on lady," he replied. "I saw you earlier when we fought, it's the most I've ever enjoyed being beaten." Laurel found herself covering her breasts after that remark even though his eyes were covered. "Also saw you at your apartment with that other chick."

Sara. He was talking about Sara. "What happened to her?" She demanded.

"She put up a good fight but we got her, took her to the warehouse we were supposed to take you." He said matter-of-factly.

Laurel moved and grabbed him again before snarling "Give me the address. Now"

"Tell you what, you can either hit me for hours until I give it up and probably let your friend die or..." he left an annoyingly long pause before finishing.

"Or what?" Laurel said angrily.

"Or you can remove my blindfold and give one last good look at you."

His smile was suddenly very different.