Thomas woke up to the clickety-click of high heels somewhere in the vicinity. He could guess who they belonged to. He could feel himself being dragged by the scruff of his clothes. He tried to open his eyes, but only one would comply. The other was caked shut by dried and drying blood still oozing from a cut above it. What he could see from the other one chilled him to the bone even though he was expecting it. A beautiful woman was walking behind him leisurely with a vague smile on her lush, painted lips.
“Ah, you’ve decided to join us Mr. Dalton. I’m so glad to see it.” She said in conversational tones as if this were any other day at the office.
“Please… please don’t” Thomas tried pleading.
The woman laughed and it was like silver bells ringing. “Aww look Betty, he’s pleading with me. Isn’t that cute?”
The woman dragging Thomas grunted and rolled her eyes. She appeared to have reached a destination and threw him into a chair. She was an amazon of a woman. Thomas shortly reflected that women like her must be the reason for Viking legends of Valkyries. She stood to the side as the other woman moved forward to stand in front of him.
“Mr Dalton, do you know why we’re having this meeting?” Thomas shook his head dejectedly.
“No? Are you sure?” she said sweetly, like a mother comforting her child. Thomas hesitated, but shook his head again.
The woman leaned forward, grabbing his shoulder with surprising strength and authority for a woman her size and continued talking to him sweetly, lowering her tone as she got closer.
“I think you know why we’re here but are just stalling for time. No? Well, let me tell you, darling. We’re here because you tried to be clever, didn’t you Mr Dalton? I’m pretty sure you did.”
“Listen, I’ll make you a deal.” she said, now speaking into his ear in barely a whisper “You tell me everything you know, now, and I promise I won’t hurt you.” She leaned her forehead against his and turned his face to face the other woman in the room in unison with hers. “Otherwise I’m going to have to turn the matter over to Betty. Now we don’t want that do we?”
Thomas shook his head. After a moment of silence he started talking. He told the woman everything; names, dates, locations.
“So what happens now?” Thomas asked hopefully when he’d finished.
“Now, Mr Dalton” she said in a cold tone as she brushed his cheek and neck with her sleeve. “Now you say goodbye.”
Thomas felt something warm run down his neck and saw the glint of a blade red with blood – his blood – in her palm. He tried to ask for help but found himself unable to speak as the woman stood over him, watching him bleed to death.
“Well now, that was fun, wasn’t it Betty?” the woman in the heels said after every sign of life had left Thomas.