Not quite a Honeymoon 11

»Sometimes, the necessary things to do come with an extra bonus of getting a little bit of revenge!«

Isabelle had come to a conclusion shared by Mathilda: there were several reasons why trying to escape in the nude wasn’t a good idea – and the only source of clothes was their captive. Alinda, who had recovered from being knocked out by Isabelle, stared at them with barely hidden concern.

»You will never get away! Amy and Adele will be here any minute!«

»Well then, you better hope that we are gone by then! Otherwise, you could get hurt in the crossfire!«

Isabelle still held the gun pointed at Alinda, since she was sure that Mathilda had no idea of how to use such a thing. She was leaning by the door and trying to have one ear for any sounds coming from outside.

»Mathilda, strip her! If she`s uncooperative, use the riding crop!«

The girl grabbed the crop`s handle so tight her knuckles turned white and Alinda now showed signs of growing fear. She offered no resistance as Mathilda took off her sneakers, followed by her socks. Then, Mathilda went for her leggings. They were made of tight spandex and so, she had to use both hands to get them over Alinda`s hips and down her legs. She shook them out and draped them over the sink. Alinda was taller than them, but it would be their least problem if the legs of the trousers looked a bit crumpled.

Below the waist, Alinda now sported only a pair of white panties, plain, but tiny and with high-cut leg openings. Mathilda hesitated. The alternatives were to put on one of the panties that had been used to gag her and Isabelle – both wet with saliva and none of them belonging to her. Of course, she could also go bottomless, as Mathilda was sure that Isabelle, being the leader of their little group, would insist on getting the leggings.

Isabelle, who seemed to have read her thoughts, said:

»It`s your choice, Mathilda! At least, her panties are dry!«

»No!«

Alinda defensively bend her legs. Isabelle aimed at her head.

»A shot will alert the others for sure – but you will be too dead to enjoy it!«

For a few seconds, Alinda held her view. Then, she lowered her legs and, panting from the embarrassment, she endured that Mathilda took off her panties. Her triangle of pubic hair looked neatly trimmed, but neither Mathilda nor Isabelle showed interest in her pubic area.

It felt a bit awkward to wear another woman`s underwear and Alinda`s panties were still warm, but as Isabelle had said, they were dry and definitely an improvement to being naked. Since Alinda was also quite petite, they even fit Mathilda quite well.

Now, a slightly risky part came: to get the T-Shirt and bra, they had to untie Alinda`s wrists. Isabelle watched at gunpoint and told Alinda to kneel before Mathilda untied her. Then, the brunette had to take off her T-Shirt and bra and immediately, Mathilda recuffed her wrists.

»Get into the bathtub and kneel down!«, Isabelle now ordered Alinda whilst Mathilda put on the T-Shirt that reached to the top of her thighs. When Alinda had done as told, Isabelle looked for something to restrain her further. The tape of their gags was crumpled and useless, but there were still the scarf that had been tied between Mathilda`s lips and the pantyhose Adele had used to gag her.

With the latter, Isabelle tied the kneeling Alinda`s ankles and also tied the ends to her handcuffs. Then, she removed the laces from the shoes that were too big for any of them. To further render Alinda helpless, she pulled the girl`s socks over her hands and secured them with the shoelaces. Then, she looked at the scarf.

»We have to gag her, but we also have to make sure she can`t wriggle herself out of that tub!«, she thought and made a decision. She picked up her panties that were damp with Mathilda´s saliva. She grimaced as she felt the wet cotton touch her pubic area, but without a word, she then tried Alinda`s bra. She was a 32C, like her, and so, at least that was an improvement. The panties felt awkward, but they were still opaque.

»Improvisation!«, she shrugged and tore the leggings apart. Then, she suddenly smiled maliciously as she approached Alinda, grabbed her scalp and pushed the barrel against her temple.

»Now, open wide, bitch! Mathilda, you know what to do!«

Alinda panted, but didn’t dare to move or protest as Mathilda grabbed the panties that had gagged Isabelle. Not only were these Adele`s, they were also quite substantial. Nevertheless, it took only a slight push of the barrel to make her part her lips and Mathilda worked the damp silk behind her teeth. It seemed that Mathilda held considerable grudge against her, for she pushed the panties in so deep that Alinda retched and her eyes widened as she tasted the gag and some of Isabelle`s saliva was pressed out of it and ran down her throat. She was all too aware of what Adele had told Isabelle when she had gagged her with these panties:

»Oopsie, I got a little too excited!«

Mathilda used one of the leggings` legs to tie it between Alinda`s lips. Since she pulled the knots as tight as she could and due to the spandex`s elastic nature, it fit very tight and Alinda would not be able to wriggle the cleave over her chin.

The other leg, Isabelle tied around her captive`s neck and then fixed it to the handle screwed to the wall. Finally, she used the scarf as a blindfold. Alinda mewed, but Isabelle just handed the crop to Mathilda.

»Now, let`s go!«

Isabelle felt confident. Not only had she managed to escape bondage on her own for the second time, she now had at least panties and a bra, a firearm and her co-captive as a backup. Given the fact they now had just two women against them, one could almost call it even.

***

To her own surprise, Lalita had noticed that the fact she had just escaped being blown to pieces had a revitalizing effect on her. It was as if she was no longer afraid of anything and so, she insisted on further assisting Mike.

Her panties had survived her little accident and she also had put her bra back on. However, she knew that her dress, as beautiful as it was, would not be very convenient if it came to running or climbing. So, she was rummaging through Mathilda`s drawers whilst Mike checked the internet for information about Adele.

Julie had given her Adele`s maiden name, Adele Delacroix. The name wasn`t that common, but there were still a few hundred hits. And since Julie´s story had taken place more than ten years ago, she could of course have gotten married and changed her name.

He added the name of her father, Professor Andrew Delacroix. Here, he got no hit at all, but the Professor alone was still available, most of the articles circling around the scandal in which, as Mike now knew, Julie had been involved. However, it seemed that Adele had managed to keep her record clean.

He once again tried Adele´s name, looking for pictures. He had the vague hope that the other woman who had assaulted Isabelle and Lalita had been Adele and so, Lalita would perhaps recognize her. Lalita, wearing one of Mathilda´s bigger sweaters that spanned over her ample breasts and still only clad in panties below her waist, scrolled through the pictures.

»Nah! I mean, some of them are brunettes that could be 5`5`` and 32Cs, but none of them is – he! Look!«

She handed him the phone and Mike frowned at the picture that showed a group of people, most of them men in suits. There were two women on it, a blonde in a burgundy red dress and a tallish brunette in a white business costume, but none of these fit the description of the second masked woman. Then, he recognized one of the men.

»Kenneth fucking Pearce!«

Mike enlarged the photo. The picture was more than two years old and showed some local event. The blonde stood close to him, smiling at the camera. He clicked on the article. It had been a welfare event where Pearce and a few other politicians had taken the opportunity to be portrayed in a positive context by donating a few Grand. The description of the picture marked Adele Delacroix as Pearce`s assistant.

Mike frowned. During the investigations against Pearce, the authorities had of course also looked how far the man`s staff had been involved in the deal with the fighter jets. His assistant had been one of the suspects, but he was a man named Robert Calver.

Whilst Lalita tried to find a pair of trousers that fit her, he quickly searched for Calver and found a hint that he had only become Pearce`s assistant one year ago. So, it was possible that Adele was his predecessor. But where was she now?

He searched for »Kenneth Pearce private life« and found several pictures. Two showed a blonde that seemed to be Adele and though they could not be called compromising, it seemed that Adele had taken one step up in her career and had become Pearce`s mistress.

Her name hadn`t appeared during the trial; obviously, they had separated before Pearce had decided to betray his country. Mike looked at the photos showing Adele. One had been made in front of the London Opera, but the other seemed to show the party room of a luxurious home.

Luxury! The word wandered through his head, as if it was searching for context. Then, it clicked inside his brain and Mike opened an article he had overread a few days ago. A left wing Yellow Press paper had compensated its lack of knowledge about the Pearce case by condemning the past life of the man, including naming his possessions. Mike ignored the yacht and the two Bentleys and concentrated on one sentence that accused Pearce of owning »not only two houses in London, but also a mansion in Kent and an apartment at Cannes«.

»Gotcha!«

The article showed these houses. It seemed to be stock footage, and the description of the smaller mansion just said »Belgravia«, but in Mike`s head, an explanation began to build:

»If Adele is his mistress, she will for sure live at the smaller mansion, so Pearce can separate business and privacy and has a love nest to escape to. She can`t be in Cannes or Kent, for Amy and the other one are operating in London – and Pearce`s other house is sealed!«

»How do I look like?«

Mike looked at Lalita who now had combined the tight sweater with a pair of sweatpants that ended at the midst of her calves and a pair of sneakers that fit her since Lalita had small feet. Her black hair was bound to a ponytail. Mike had to oppress a chuckle.

»No one would ever suspect you to be in the fashion business!«

She pouted and once again hit his arm. Mike hugged her and told her that she would perhaps feel a little underdressed, for they were heading to Belgravia.

»I will tell you on the way!«

When they left, his backpack was considerably heavier, for now, it also contained the bomb, together with a few more things. For the first time, he had a chance of being ahead of Amy!

***

»Fuck!«

Isabelle and Mathilda had reached the ground floor and were just trying to orientate in the vast staircase when Isabelle suddenly cursed. Mathilda gasped and wildly looked around, but Isabelle grabbed her arm and shook her head.

»There is no one! But we forgot the phone!«

When Isabelle had knocked out Alinda, her cell phone had landed on the floor and then, the bathroom carpet had gotten crumpled and it had slipped under one of the folds. None of the girls knew that, of course, but they now both remembered the phone. Maybe, their ordeal could be ended by a simple call to the Police!

»Shall we – get it?«

Isabelle nodded. She didn`t like the idea of having to get down to the cellar in the slightest, but on the other hand, it would not cost them more than a few minutes. At that moment, they heard a sound from upstairs. Isabelle tightened the grip on her gun.

The sound was that of high heels on a carpeted floor. They both ducked behind a sideboard and waited. A few moments later, they saw Adele coming down the stairs – alone. Not noticing the two hidden girls, she walked into the living room where Isabelle had surprised her a few hours ago.

Mathilda wanted to get to fetch the phone now, but Isabelle stopped her.

»She`s alone in there! If we get her, it`s only Amy left!«

Mathilda nodded, but at the same time, she trembled so much she dropped the crop. Isabelle grabbed her arm and whispered:

»Okay, plan B: I will get her, and you get the phone! Is that okay for you?«

Isabelle noticed that the girl had to take all her courage together to nod again. As she sneaked down the stairs, Isabelle approached the living room. Of course, splitting up usually was a bad idea – but Adele most likely had a gun, too, and in her frightened state, Mathilda could have endangered her silent attack.

»If things go the right way, I can await her with a nicely trussed up Adele and then, we can call the Police fully dressed and as those who have already taken care of the criminals!«

Of course, there was still Amy, but by then, it would be her and Mathilda and the approaching Police against her. Isabelle once again looked if nobody was behind her; then, she carefully peeked through the keyhole.

Inside the room, Adele seemed busy pushing a heavy armchair around. Isabelle frowned, but since the blonde had turned her back towards her, she sneaked inside. Then, she closed the door loud enough Adele heard it and spun around.

»Sorry, but you took so long, I got bored waiting for you in the cellar!«

Adele stood, half leaning against the chair, and stared at the bra and panty-clad intruder that aimed at her. Isabelle smiled and thought that Adele had earned a small dose of her own medicine.

»Lift your skirt!«

»Pardon?«

She just raised the gun and after a few seconds, Adele reluctantly obeyed, revealing that this time, she was sporting light blue frilly panties, together with a sheer pantyhose.

»So, you found time to put on new underwear. That`s good, for I would have to gag you anyway!«

Adele`s eyes widened, but Isabelle made her pull down both her panties and pantyhose and step out of both. Just to make her feel a bit uncomfortable, she ordered Adele to put her high heels back on her bare feet. Then, she pointed at the panties.

»You know the drill! I just hope you didn`t get – too excited again!«

Isabelle enjoyed every second it took the dismayed blonde to stuff the silk panties into her mouth and whenever Adele retched, it was like music in her ears.

Remembering that she wasn`t here for her enjoyment only, Isabelle then had her pull down the curtain strings and had the gagged woman sit on one of the chairs. Adele had to cross her wrists behind the backrest and Isabelle quickly tied them with one of the strings and then fixed them to a horizontal bar between the chair`s rear legs. The other string, she tied around the blonde`s right ankle and pulled it back and upwards before slinging the rope around her victim`s neck. She then tied her other foot, too. Now, only the tips of Adele`s toes still touched the floor and if she struggled too much, she would risk strangling herself.

»Just don`t get too excited, the Police will be here in a few minutes!«

»Gghhuummmph!«

»That`s what they all say!«

Isabelle grabbed the discarded pantyhose and then, having pushed the panties deeper into Adele`s mouth, she used it to secure the gag in place. She was a bit afraid of how much she enjoyed humiliating that woman and when she looked down on her bra, she noticed that her nipples had grown hard.

»Now, let`s wait for Mathilda! She will be here soon – and she will not only bring a phone, but also your beloved riding crop!«

Adele`s frightened whimper drowned the sigh of sheer glee from Isabelle.

***

Mathilda`s heart bumped as she approached the bathroom door. From inside, she could hear faint moaning, indicating that Alinda was still there. She took a deep breath.

»Okay, she can do me no harm! All I have to do is to get inside, grab the phone and leave!«

She opened the door. Alinda was still kneeling inside the bathtub as they had left her, naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded. Beads of perspiration on her nude skin showed that she had tried to get free, but to no avail. Mathilda looked around and finally saw the cell phone protrude from under the carpet. With a sigh of relief, she bent down and picked it.

Her T-Shirt slid up her butt, exposing the borrowed panties. Suddenly, Mathilda felt something hard push against her cleft. She petrified and a well-known female voice hissed:

»Seems I came back just in time!«

***

Julie N`Kono had been brought up in a Christian household and attended a Catholic church run by nuns and though her own piety had worn off over the years, she could now only think of one thing: her sin, her only real great sin, had finally caught up with her. The only question was whether this was still purgatory or already hell.

She pulled on her bonds, though she knew it was to no avail. Her arms were tightly tied together and tapped under her body and though she could move her fingers, she could only scratch over the couch`s surface. The collar around her neck was not only humiliating, it also prevented her from raising her upper body or at least bending forward.

Whether by accident or with some cruel intention, Mike had positioned the tablet so Julie could see herself in her predicament. Her left leg was pulled widely to her side and with her right leg fully bent, her pussy was on full frontal display and only her boobs, thrust out because of the elbow tie, distracted from that. For the umpteenth time, she tried to cover her middle with her right leg, but a thin cord, fixing her big toe to the couch`s foot, prevented that.

»Uuuhhmmmmm! Hhrrrrrrmmmm!«

At the display, the gag was barely visible, for Mike had used transparent tape, only her cheeks looked fuller than usual. That was because her mouth was crammed full with cloth, dense as she had been forced to bite down on her gag before he had sealed her lips. Julie could only groan and knew that nothing would be heard outside her apartment.

Her tongue was completely blocked, but she could still taste her gag. When, the night before, she had been gagged with her own used panties, Julie had thought that this was by far the most humiliating and disgusting experience in her life. But now, she was choking on a pair of panties plus two pairs of thongs – all had been worn before and none of them were her own!

»Ggghhmmmm!«

She cringed as some saliva ran down her throat, forcing her to swallow. Then, she twitched and let out a squeal. She had once again lowered her right leg and so, her bare sole had touched the head of her electric toothbrush, sending  small electric shocks along her nerves.

She shifted her position, cringing again as this had consequences on her most sensitive area. Mike had not forced the vibrator inside her, but she was sitting astride of it and whenever she moved the slightest, her labia were stimulated even more by the damned buzzing thing. She felt the small, finger-like knop touch her clit and she tried to lean back against the backrest, but couldn`t fully escape its touch.

Her eyes fell on the tablet and though it was three yards away, her imagination told her what she couldn`t see clearly. This wasn`t just a kinky porn movie, but it had some intriguing contrasts: Julie had her hair in order and wore her glasses, together with the grey business jacket. However, at the same time, she was presenting her ample boobs and her pussy to the camera.

»What will Adele do with it? Is this her final revenge – or will she send it to the internet?«

Two day ago, just two short days, Julie had thought that her life was perhaps not perfect, but turning from just okay to quite good. »Changing World« had its exclusive story and was selling well, her employees were loyal and though she wasn`t expecting to become rich, things like an own apartment in a better area or expanding to a greater office had suddenly become more than a dream.

Then, fate had struck terribly.

The newspaper had only suffered a little; if Adele would not add a bomb in her office to her revenge plan, they would be able to keep the status quo. Or rather, the others would. Julie knew that if Adele would spread the video of her in her plight through the www, they would see it, too. Maybe, they wouldn`t talk to her about it and maybe, they would even feel compassion and try to support her. But Julie would know that whenever she would meet someone in the future, she would always fear that he had perhaps seen the video and was imagining her in the nude whilst he was just pretending to do nice small talk.

Then, there was the betrayal of Mathilda and then Mike. She had trusted both and now, one had sold her to Adele and Mike – Julie remembered his eyes. He hadn`t lied about not being Adele`s friend – but the way he had trussed her up, both inescapable and humiliating, Adele couldn`t have thought out any better.

Julie once again screamed through her gag. The muffled groan was far to faint to express Julie`s frustration and fear. Then, the only noises were the buzzing of both the vibrator and the toothbrush, accompanied by the girl`s heavy panting.

***

 As the minutes passed, Isabelle became increasingly nervous. Where was Mathilda? Sure, it hadn`t taken her long to overpower and restrain Adele, but she guessed that now, at least ten minutes had passed. Given the fact the girl only had to walk a few stairs and to grab a phone, this was strange!

»She knows that I am in here! And if she`d look through the keyhole, she could see that I have succeeded!«

The chair Adele was tied to was facing the door. The blonde occasionally retched or moaned, but with the rope around her neck, she didn`t dare to struggle much. Isabelle had had to oppress the urge to taunt her a bit; all the things this woman – and others! – had done to her suddenly had come up, as if they wanted to say:

»Come on, Belle, try being the bad girl for a change!«

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Isabelle raised her gun and then, she heard a voice from outside:

»Don`t shoot at the door, Isabelle! You might hit Mathilda!«

It was Amy, and her word were followed by a scream, high-pitched and fearful. Isabelle stepped behind the chair and answered:

»I have Adele!«

She instinctively grabbed the blonde`s hair and held the gun to her temple. Adele whimpered and from outside, Amy responded:

»Well, I have Mathilda – and I am more of a killer than you are!«

Again, there was a painful scream and Isabelle shuddered. For a moment, she considered hurting Adele, too – maybe yank heavily on her hair or pinch her nipples, so Amy would see that she was determined, too. However, she just couldn`t do it. It was one thing to be a bit mean towards a criminal, but she just couldn`t hurt someone who couldn`t defend herself.

»Besides, if you kill Adele and I kill Mathilda, there is still the two of us against you!«

Adele groaned as Amy discussed her death so openly, but Isabelle had to admit that her opponent had a point. She hardly knew Mathilda, but she felt responsible for her. In a way, it was her fault the girl had been caught.

»Had I not insisted on getting Adele, to show what a great Policewoman I am, this wouldn`t have happened!«

However, Amy had yet another arrow in her quiver:

»Maybe, I should just kill Mathilda and let Alinda and you do the talking! Meanwhile, I can look after Mikey! After all, he still thinks you are enjoying our hospitality and so, he might follow my orders, even if they lead to his demise!«

For the next minute, only Adele´s strained breathing could be heard. Amy was right! All she could do was to kill Adele to even up the body count, but in the end, Mathilda and Mike would have to suffer – whilst she still was trapped inside that room!

»If you want this day to end without casualties«, Amy said, »there is a small service hatch in the door. Through your gun through it and then step three steps back!«

Isabelle looked down at the panting Adele and once more was tempted to at least pistol-whip her. But instead, she went to the door, found the hatch and opened it. She could see no one through the opening; of course, Amy wasn`t dumb and had withdrawn to the side.

Slowly, and grabbing the gun by its barrel, Isabelle pushed it through the hatch and dropped it. Then, she stepped back as ordered and watched as the door opened.

Amy pushed Mathilda inside. The girl was naked again, but otherwise seemed to be unharmed. She staggered towards Isabelle who instinctively took her in her arms.

»S-sorry!«, she breathed and sobbed silently at Isabelle`s shoulder.

Next, Amy entered, holding her gun in her right and the riding crop loosely in her left. Behind her, Alinda entered. She was wearing her T-Shirt and panties again, and her face showed signs of distress and shame. Partially, this distress had been caused by Amy: she had freed her accomplice, but before she had done so, she had taken the riding crop and hit each of her buttocks once with painful strokes, as a punishment for allowing the two captives to overpower her.

Alinda had, however, enough self-control to aim her gun at Isabelle and Mathilda and so, Amy could turn towards Adele who raised her chin, expecting to be freed immediately. With a sardonic smile, Amy used the riding crop to lift her skirt.

»So, Isabelle used your own panties to gag you! She really is a naughty girl!«

Adele`s cheeks blushed and she grunted through her gag. Adele made a soothing gesture and pointed her gun at Isabelle and Mathilda, leaving it to Alinda to free her employer.

»I really have to admit one thing, Isabelle! Now, you have given all three of us enough reason to be really, really angry about you!«

***

Mike had quickly briefed Lalita about his suspicions about Adele Delacroix, but had not yet mentioned her connection to Julie. Now, they were both sitting in the Underground heading for Belgravia, each busy with their respective cell phone. To make Amy think he was still all worried fiancé and not following his own schemes, he had sent Amy a message, demanding that she should let Isabelle go, now that he had done what she had told him to Julie. Her answer had taken some time and only consisted of one sentence:

»You will hear from us!«

He had responded by telling her that this wasn`t the fucking recall of a casting show, but Amy had just answered with a kiss smiley. Now, he could at least fully concentrate of looking at Belgravia via Google Earth.

The district was dominated by huge buildings that housed embassies and other institutions whilst also a lot of them had been converted into several apartments for those who were just very rich, but not super rich. In addition, there were also smaller houses, meaning they had just 300 to 1000 square meters and were usually small mansions. Of the latter, there were still a few dozen and to Mike, who only had one photo of Pearce`s mansion, they all looked the same.

They had nearly reached their destination when both he and Lalita uttered »Gotcha!« at almost the same moment. However, they had chosen two different houses to be the one they were looking for!

»What now, Ozzie?«, Lalita asked once they had left the Underground, »will we ring at both houses and see who is opening the door?«

Mike shook his head. He once again compared the two houses with the picture from the article. They were both only a few yards away, both from their current position and from each other. He sighed and then pulled Lalita closer to him. To a bystander, it looked as if they were a couple.

»Lolly, I am 95% sure it is the house you found! But 95% isn`t 100! And so, we have to check both!«

His plan was simple: he would go to the house that almost certain was their goal and see if he found something suspicious whilst Lalita would do the same to the other one.

»Don`t do anything risky, Lolly! As said, most likely, you won`t risk more than getting shooed away by the gardener, but still-«

Lalita nodded and then, she smiled:

»At least, we can be sure of one thing: if someone calls the cops because an Indian girl in ill-fitting clothes is looking into his windows, we know that it is the wrong house!«

The agreed upon meeting at the station in one hour. Mike once again inculcated Lalita to be careful and then, he wanted to kiss her cheek, but Lalita turned her head and their lips met.

»Lolly! You really want to make Ravi angry! Besides, I am almost a married man!«

However, he wasn`t angry and still held her in his arms. Lalita whispered:

»I know – and I really like Belle! But today, you saved my life and all you got was that you had to watch me pee!«

They kissed once again and for a second, the tips of their tongues touched. Lalita then stepped back from him. Her cheeks had reddened slightly and Mike could not help looking after her bobbing butt as she pranced away.

»At least, it wasn`t Belle`s sister this time!«, Mike thought as he felt his lips and shook his head. He had never considered himself to be a Ladies` man, but obviously, getting rescued awakened a desire in women to thank him.

»Well, I can only get reprimanded by Belle if I find her to tell her! So, let`s see how close 95% are to reality!«

He walked the streets until he approached the house. There were quite some people crowding the streets, including tourist, and so, Mike didn`t try to hide, except for wearing sunglasses and a cap. He remained on the other side of the street and when he passed by, he tried to get a glimpse of the mansion.

It was rather small and had a detail the photo in the article hadn`t shown: it was surrounded by a wall and seemed to have a garden, albeit a small one. On the gravelled place in front of a garage, Mike saw a white van parked. He grinned.

»That would be too much of a cliché!«

However, he walked by a second time and now, he could see a bulky man at the van. Together with another one that looked a bit less like a funfair boxer, he was unloading a large box from the load. It wasn`t a coffin, but it had the size of it. Definitely, it was big enough to put two girls in it, especially two as petite as Isabelle and Mathilda.

Mike watched them heave the crate and then, he discovered another detail: one of the men was wearing a shoulder holster with a gun!

»On the other hand, most clichés are based on a true core!«

He waited until the two men had walked out of sight and then, he crossed the street. Trying to look as if he had all permission to do so, Mike entered the yard and approached the house. However, before he could be seen from someone inside, he hid behind a bush and then, he sneaked towards the side where he could see the two men were just carrying the box inside via a side entrance.

»Lock up your daughters, for Ozzie the Ogre is in the house!«, he thought as he drew his revolver and checked the drum before approaching.

***