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A dreamless sleep dragged on for what seemed to be an eternity in the dank vault. The hardened floor caused everyone of her muscles to grow stiff and spasm. Her arms, still locked behind her back, had long ago grown numb. Now both arms had ceaseless sensations of pins and needles pushing about them.

 Heavy footsteps approaching her location caused the weary mechanic to awaken. Her eyes strained to see anything in the the pitch black room. Even the floor that she felt inches from her face and supporting her body was invisible to her. That is, until a ray of blinding white light unexpectedly pierced through the otherwise impenetrable black haze. The brunette quickly turned her gaze away from the flash. Then bravely, she forced her eyes to adjust long enough to investigate what was happening.

A muscular figure's silhouette emerged, blocking the well-lit exit with his rather large features. "Michael?" She softly croaked, knowing it was a long shot but hoping it was him all the same.

The menacing chuckle that was awarded as a reply told her that her rescuers had yet to arrive. She shuddered as the figure drew closer and closer to her. "Miss Barstow? I've been sent to fetch you for wedding preparations," explained the soldier. Then in a demanding and rather unpleasant tone he added, "I've been told to shoot you if you resist. So please, Miss, don't do anything stupid. I'd rather not have to murder a pregnant woman as pretty as yourself." 

A snort of disgust escaped her. She had forgotten about her promise to marry the despicable felon but obviously he had not. "Look.... please.... just let me go...." Bonnie softly uttered, playing upon his display of a conscience. 

"Don't go abeggin me, Miss. I can't and won't disobey, Master Garthe's orders. I've got two kids and a wife at home," he breathed in a hushed manner. It was as though, he feared that his every word was being listened to. Or at the very least, being recorded. 

Swallowing sharply, Bonnie's blue-green eyes fell to study the floor. She had no right to ask the guard to risk his own life or the lives of his family for her freedom and comfort. Bonnie was very perceptive and she could understand, with very little difficulty, his fear. Softly she resigned with a sigh, "be...because you have so much to lose, I will... not fight you. Just.... please don't....don't hurt me or my baby..." She added the last part, hoping and praying that the two could come to some kind of mutual understanding and agreement. 

His eyes seemed to shine softly for a moment and he answered in another hushed and hurried manner, "yes, Ma'am." He scooped her off of the ground as gently as he could. Unlike Garthe and some of his other guards, this man seemed to be more willing to exercise a compassionate air. He stood still for a moment to allow Bonnie to lean on him until she could adjust to being return to her own unsteady feet. 

Quietly he whispered, "you okay, Miss"  when he noticed that Bonnie seemed to be having a great deal of trouble regaining her balance. 

Bonnie let out a quavering breath before returning in an equally low tone, "I...I will be...fi..fine..." It was a lie as far a she knew. She didn't know what was going to happen or if she'd truly be okay. Still she maintained a kindling of hope. Hope that she'd soon be delivered from the mess in which, she currently found herself helplessly entangled.

Slowly the guard marched her around the vault's open door and into a barely visible trap room beside it. She hadn't seen it when she had come in. Furthermore, she doubted anyone would have seen it had they not been looking specifically for it.  

Inside the small room there was a barber's chair, with straps on it, beside a large mirrored table. The table held a curling iron, a hairdryer, soaps, several brushes, hair-spray, and a bag full of what appeared to be make-up. A lady approached her and the guard and she circled the two as if, she had been a vulture sizing up prey.