Yes

Katie was furious. Not only had she been stripped but Roxanne had gone and destroyed her jeans. No matter what happened, they were ruined beyond repair.

They were tight enough to not fall down, but that didn’t matter. An open button wasn’t a fashion statement.

Katie stalked down the corridor. She’d heard the heavy boots of Roxanne echoing through the house. Eventually she was going to catch up with her. She was going to tear her limb from limb.

She came upon a dark room. It looked like a welcoming hall at one point in time. Still perfectly clean and elegant but just boxes shoved to the walls and stacked around the room.

She figured this would be the ideal hiding place. The boots had stopped suddenly and she heard no doors. This had to be the place.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, peaking out behind some boxes, she caught a glimpse of spiked orange hair. Katie didn’t turn towards it. Let her think she hadn’t seen her and then jump on her.

Katie made a show of looking behind other boxes and creeping around the room. At all times her ears were pricked for movement. Nothing. This girl was pretty good at hide and seek.

After a few minutes of searching and waiting, Katie knew she was just on the other side of where Roxanne was hiding.

She had her now. But what was the best plan of attack?