Sara's Internship Illustration

Her work done, the Scarlet Rose pocketed her lipstick and slung her backpack over her shoulder. "As adorable as you both are, I can't stay around to play all day. Not when I have all these lovely new diamonds to add to my collection." With that she turned and began waltzing back down the aisle, her red high heels piercing the silent archive as she went. Both myself and Vicky gave muffled cries after her, but she only turned to face us when she reached the exit. "Ta ta ladies," said the Scarlet Rose, before blowing us a kiss. Then she barged through the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Vicky took this as her cue to begin struggling like hell. She bounced, tugged and strained so hard her seat moved from one side to the other. I stayed a little calmer, working the cord binding my wrists to test their tightness. I only received uncomfortable jabs above my hands for my efforts. I quickly realised the best way for me to get out of this was to use the escape method our own captor had thoughtfully provided. Our mobile phones left on a nearby shelving unit.

I began exploring the area around the chair base with my bound feet, searching for the brake pedal that was keeping my seat fixed on the spot. When I couldn't find it, I spun about slowly and methodically, continuing my search until I felt the sole of my shoe brush the top of pedal. Trying to ignore the chafing of my ankle bonds, I pressed the pedal down before I felt it flick up with a satisfying click. A bit of wriggling on my part confirmed that the wheels were now capable of movement again.

Yet bound as my feet were, there was no way I would be able to use my legs to propel me to escape. There was only one thing I could use, and that was momentum. I bucked against my bindings as hard as I could, and it had the effect of making my seat trundle forward a little. I began to repeatedly push myself towards the far end of the room, each tug pushing me a little bit closer.

Vicky saw what I was doing, and obviously not wanting to be outdone, took off her chairs brake pedal and began scooting along behind me. We travelled in convoy down the aisle in between two shelving units, our eyes firmly fixed on our goal.

If this sounds fun, it wasn't. Each tug at my restraints tugged and chafed into my body, and I couldn't stop myself moaning in discomfort through my gag. Moreover, travelling in a straight line in these chairs while tied up isn't exactly what you would call easy. I zigzagged along the aisle like a pinball, and occasionally I careered straight into one of the heavy metal shelves on either side of me. Behind I could hear thumping sounds and muffled cursing as Vicky encountered the same problems.

I groaned in pain as I collided with the shelves, banging my elbow. But I don't give up easily, and I continued to press on. Eventually I arrived at the far end of the shelving unit, where she had placed both our phones. I turned myself about, and looking over my shoulder I reversed back until my bound wrists brushed the shelf top. My numb fingers flailed about as I tried to scoop up my mobile. By the time I pulled away, my hands were clasped firmly around it.

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An illustration and extract of a scene from 'Sara's internship', in which Sara and her fierce rival Vicky are forced (sort of) to work together to escape from the predicament placed upon them by an infamous jewel thief.

Sara, Vicky and the Scarlet Rose created and owned by me. Art by Mr Catnap and posted with his permission.

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