The bitch in the box

While Wanda and Jenny slept through the entire six hour flight to Dornakistan, Lindsay woke up, and she was seething with anger. She wasn't sure how she was going to get herself out of this mess. Usually getting out of situations like this was her forte`. She had always managed to escape by the skin of her teeth, so to speak.

As for now her head hurt. She wondered who the two ton brick wall was she ran into. It must have been a new hire that either Lance or perhaps that bitch Princess brought in. Whoever he was, she sure didn't want to run into him again.

This time she knew she was up shit creek without a paddle, or a rowboat for that fact. Maybe the best she could hope for was to bide her time, plan an escape after she became familiar with her surroundings, and then she would get even with Fatima, Lance, and Raul.

She knew there was no sense in screaming for help, because none would come. She was in the cargo hold of the Royal Family of Dornakistan's 737, and even if there were a sympathetic ear on board, they wouldn't help her. Besides, the scream of the jet turbines would effectively drown out any screaming she could muster.

She now wondered how the other two girls were doing. Did they wake up yet? She'd love to see the look on their faces when they found themselves naked in a dark crate. At least that gave her some consolation. And maybe, just maybe, if she did everything the bitch Princess asked of her without throwing one of her famous hissy fits of defiance, she would get to play with both of them, especially that blond. There was something she really liked about that girl, and she wanted to find out what it was. But would that girl even come near her if she found out Lindsay was the one responsible for her enslavement?

She plotted and schemed in the dark to tell the two girls one of the biggest lies she had ever told in her life. If she could make Fatima look like the only bad guy, or girl to be precise, she would be off the hook, and maybe gain them as allies who might help her escape. She wasn't sure how this devious little plan might work out yet in her mind, but it was all she had to work with for now.

She figured she may as well make the best of the trip, and try to get some more rest. She tossed and turned a bit, trying to get comfortable when a stabbing pain in her right ass cheek made her howl in pain. She got too close to the side of the crate, and ended up with a splinter. She gingerly reached down for it, and pulled it out slowly. "This is definitely not my lucky day" she said to herself.