Evie wakes up

Evie felt like she'd been hit around the back of the head by her own cane sword. She slowly opened her eyes, squinting as she adjusted to the bright light.

The first thing she was able to focus on was a pair of bare feet. She wiggled her toes, and so did they. Curious.

Evie made a move to sit up and find her boots, but a searing pain shot through her tight shoulder. Twisting round, she saw that her wrist was shackled to the wall...but it was something else in her line of vision that caused her greater concern.

Her own bare shoulder. With a growing sense of dread, Evie dropped her gaze and clapped eyes on her bare breasts. But it didn't stop there. Her stomach was also not covered with clothing, nor her legs, nor the secret between her thighs.

"Ahhh!"

Blushing, Evie curled her legs up to her chest, using her free arm to hug her knees close. What on Earth had happened to her?! The last thing she could remember was...what was the last thing she could remember? She'd had a conversation with her friend Charles Dickens, and then...waking up as a naked prisoner! It had been nighttime outside, but now sunlight was streaming in through the window. Her first thought was that she had no way to know how many days had passed, but this was quickly followed by the realisation that if anyone happened to glance through the window, they would see her!

"Couldn't you at least have closed the curtains?" Evie asked the empty room, cursing her absent captor. It took her a few moments to work out that the annoying itching on her back was being caused by her long, brown hair. She always kept it tied up for practical reasons, and felt strangely **** now it had been loosened.

She started to feel a warm sensation between her legs, as her thoughts bizarrely turned to Henry Green. Evie visualised Henry breaking in to rescue her, seeing her complete nudity, running his hands over her bare body to warm her up, realising how fast her pulse was racing as he unshackled her wrist...

No! Her relationship with Mr Green was strictly professional. Why were these thoughts occurring to her? Even so, Evie found that her free hand was tracing a path down her stomach and finding a way between her legs...

But she was again given pause by what she felt there. The wetness...well, she could work that one out later. But the lack of hair; that was what alarmed her. She hastily ran her fingers over her limbs to confirm her horror; if **** her, wiping her memory, and stripping her of all of her clothes wasn't enough for them, her captor had also removed all of her body hair!

The 21-year-old hugged herself tightly and shivered, realising for the first time just how cold the room was for someone wearing nothing but their skin.

"OK, Evie, remain calm," she told herself, tugging on her shackles, even though she knew it was pointless.

The brunette looked around the room, assessing her options. Her eyes fell on the bed, and a longing sensation formed in her stomach. It looked SO warm and soft...a lot better than the cold, hard floorboards she was sitting on!

A glint in the corner of her eye caught Evie's attention, and she realised with delight that it was a knife that had been left on a side table.

Contorting her body, she stretched out and managed to hook a bare foot around the table leg. Gritting her teeth through the pain in both her shoulder and ankle, Evie eventually unbalanced the table, narrowly avoiding impaling her calf with the knife. Scooping up the weapon in her free hand, the brunette got to work on her bonds, loosening the chains to create a gap just large enough to slip her hand through.

The newly-freed girl staggered to her bare feet, stretching out all of her muscles, and windmilling her arms.

The sound of a horse trotting past caused Evie to hug her chest protectively and crouch. Tiptoeing to the window, the nude girl saw that she saw on the second floor. Outside, carriages rumbled past, shop keepers shouted out their wares, and drunken laughter issued from a pub. A busy London street, and one that would definitely notice a naked girl.

"Blast!" Evie cursed, turning away from her escape point.

She'd been through a lot during her time as an assassin, but there was no way she was going to streak!

Looking around, Evie remembered the bed. She snatched up the white bed sheet and wrapped it around herself. Finally! The relief of not being totally nude was indescribable!

The young assassin blushed when she saw herself in the mirror. Her bare feet twitched against the cool floor boards, her long hair fell in an unruly mess, and her loins grew warm as she once again thought of Henry.

She suddenly wished that he would spring through the window, rip off her bedsheet, and throw her down onto the bed.

But instead, what she heard was the sound of a door opening and someone coming upstairs.

Her captor had returned! Evie took up a position behind the door, poised to spring out at them. The young assassin realised how ill equipped she was, lacking all of her tools, but hoped the element of surprise would give her enough of advantage.

Just as long as she didn't lose her bedsheet...