The Workshop

Skyler stumbled toward the darkened room. Her head was still dazed, but she wasn’t about to let that hold her back. It was as she was told. She had to stay on the attack to keep Roxanne off-guard. Any chance to let her reset and she was always going to be fighting from the ground up.

She still had the wherewithal to retrieve her phone and shine the torch into the room. Work benches and tools covered the room. She wobbled around, bumping into things as she scanned the room for any sign of Roxanne.

She heard a bang from behind her. Skyler swivelled around and shined the light, expecting to see Roxanne trying to sneak up behind her.

Nothing.

The silence settled over the workshop again. Maybe there was another room she wasn’t seeing? With only the light coming from the adjacent garage, she tried to figure out her next move.

Skyler turned again and was met with a terrifying visage. Orange hair. An impish grin. The glowing eyes of night vision goggles.

Her heart leapt a beat. Before she could react, she doubled over as Roxanne landed a wicked right hand into her stomach. The air was driven out of her.

“Oof.”

“Come here, my little business bitch.”

Skyler was **** forward as Roxanne seized her by her tie. There was nothing she could do as her head was **** over one of the workbenches.

She only heard squeaking as Roxanne went to work with some device. Eventually, she felt the teen let go of her. She tried to pull herself back up, but she was trapped. Her tie was attached to something.

The light came on and Skyler’s pupils narrowed with the sudden piercing rays of light from above.

Then she saw what Roxanne had done. The punk princess smiled at her from across the work bench, still with those creepy night vision glasses on. She’d trapped her tie inside a vice, immobilising her.