Dawn Meadows

Winter Cabin - Part VI (13 of 15)

Added 2022-03-26 14:00:05 +0000 UTC

Suddenly the goon in the 90's pants was hands on again, pulling her up off the floor. And while the respite from the cloying fireplace was welcome, he could have been a little nicer about placing her on the couch. With hands behind her back, Dawn did the best she could about "sitting" her dress hem into a dignified position.

"Dawn Meadows," spoke Gerald Sinclair in that tone. He had a tone, Dawn thought to herself. She hated hearing him speak. "You meddle in my affairs, incessantly. And somehow... you even manage to thwart me time and time again---"

"Mmmmmnnnnnnngggggnnnnnhhhh!!!" blurted Dawn into the tape sealing her mouth.

"---but you won't be so lucky this time." Finished Sinclair with a hint of menace in his voice.

Dawn visibly shrunk on the couch. She didn't like the sound of that. Any time now, Becky. If you want to show up! Thought Dawn.

"Nigel. Prepare Miss Meadows," instructed Gerald Sinclair. The unfashionable henchman grunted and moved on the trussed wisp of a blonde reporter. For her worth, she wiggled and squirmed to get away, but there was only so much she could do.

Uh oh... now what!?