From the heart of the English countryside to the heart of the jungle of
Borneo, in search of the talisman to unlock the gates. Combat roll through
the last gateway into the darkened tomb. Machete and pistol at brandished
with a quick flourish- our heroine is ready for anything! A statue moves
from its alcove and the gun comes up; six shots squeezed of deadly accurate,
right between the eyes. The statue smiles, robot chromium gleam revealed
trhough crumbling stonework.
The robot bends her body in ways it doesn't want to go. The birght red ropes
constrict and twist of their own accord- every pull and every twitch draws
the ropes at her elbows tighter, putting unbearable pressure on her arms,
her shoulders, her wrists... what is to be become of our action heroine?
A voice from the shadows. "You've foiled my plans one time too many. This
time, I will be rid of you! It is time for you to sleep with the fishes!"
The sinister mobster called off his robot but sent in his heavily-muscled
thugs to take their place. One of them was carrying a large vat of wet
concrete. He grunted as he lowered it to floor in front of where our heroine
sits bound and helpless. Two thugs force her ankles down into the cold
mixture. Ropes hold her ankles in place. She tries to get herself free, but
the most she can achieve is to wiggle her toes in the slowly congealing and
"Boris- ensure that the concrete hardens properly. Then take our guest for a
little swim. The reactor outflow pool should be a nice warm place for a
relaxing workout. Goodbye, my dear. I have an appointment- with Destiny!"
(Hywel's aside: OK, it isn't concrete. It is lukewarm porridge (oatmeal).
I've left in a couple of shots where Kate couldn't help the giggles with the
gooey sensations... normally Kate has her mind 100% on the shoot but this
time the lukewarm stuff squidging between her toes just distracted her