White Pawn
I had flexed my muscles when
the lady tied me. She was adept at it, but I had experiences of coming out of
binds. I did improvised on my next move, but I had prior experiences. She was a
more willing participant then. I swung out my right arm and pulled her to the
side, while moving my body on top of her.
“Check” I whispered to her
but she had more moves than I had bargained. She raise up her knees towards my
groin, but I had that measured with a slight move, to land the knee kick on my
thigh. I then shafted my left leg in between her to prevent the second kick.
“Checkmate.” I told her. It
was then she bit into my lips, thus moving into a kiss with the lips. I kissed
her back and relaxed my hold, while moving my hands over her back. She pulled
herself up and gave me a palm jab on the nose. I keeled back in pain while she
got up from the bed.
“Don’t do it, Micheal.” She
told me. “There is no time for that. We got a fight on our hands. I need you to
know of the Chessmen. Are they involved in Steven’s death?”
I could not tell her, as I
was not sure. I pulled myself up while removing the ropes. Then I sat up and
explained to her.
“I have no idea at all. Maybe
Marlene knows more.” I looked at her. “Sylvia, trust me. I can get us
help.”
“No, Micheal. You don’t know
who we are fighting.” Sylvia was trying to get me off the trail, but I knew
more. I grabbed out with my right hand to touch her.
“No, Sylvia. I know more than
you thought.” I glared at her. “The Tempest, the Chessmen, and also one named
as Mary Ketch.”
“You are a fool, Micheal.”
Sylvia replied. “And I love fools.”
Sylvia approached and leaned
onto my chest. She may hate me for myself for it, but beneath it all, she still love me.
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