Is there anybody there?

John waited with bated breath , not daring to move lest another sound give him away. The muscles in his thighs protested from the position he was in and even his erection had waned slightly.

A moment later Natasha appeared in the doorway opposite. She was fully dressed, carrying a bundle under one arm with her phone in the other hand.

"John is that you?", she asked tentatively. She looked straight at the door he was hiding behind and walked towards it.

Shit! He backed away from the door as slowly as he dared. The door handle turned and she tried the door.

"John are you in there?, are you OK?", she sounded worried.

Double shit! How the hell was he getting out of this. He looked at the window, could he get down from there without killing himself.

He grabbed his clothes and started dressing as quietly as possible only to realise he was missing his bloody trousers. It had gone quiet outside. 'Had she gone?'

He waited , straining his ears for any clue before he dared to move. Sliding to the floor he pressed his eye to the keyhole again.