(Continued from the first installment, wherein Bette found herself in Candace’s living room, captured and bound by the ninja. Candace, being neutralized, was nowhere to be seen. The mysterious ninja woman had pushed her to the ground when the pirates arrived and the battle began. It is at that point where this installment begins…)

            Bette sat on the floor. Around her were the sounds of a fight being waged. A fight that included the whistling sound that she could only imagine being shuriken flying past her head. A fight that included a whooshing sound that she could only imagine being swords swung around the room. A fight that included high-pitched screams that gave Bette nothing to imagine because they were coming from her own mouth.

            But, taking a moment to shake off the Cosmos she had consumed and quite enjoyed earlier in the evening, Bette knew that now was the time to take action rather than waiting for Candace or anyone to show up and save her.

            She gave thanks in English and Sanskrit for yoga, and worked to move her body through her bound arms, successfully. Her wrists remained bound, as yoga thus far had no power over duct tape. Still, by working her arms to the front of her body, Bette was able to remove the non-duct taped bag from atop her head.

            The light dawning, although it was still night, as the bag was removed allowed Bette to see the battle that was raging around her.

            The room was full of ninjas and pirates, each engaged in a struggle with a foe. Seeing the chaos, Bette backed against the wall. Next to her was a bookcase, again pre-fab.

            Bette pressed the duct tape against the edge of the bookcase, trying to rip the bindings. And she was making headway towards her freedom.

            However, she was not the only one making headway. The pirates were, somehow, making headway of their own against the ninja. So it seemed, in any case, as there now seemed to be far more pirates filling the small room of the small house than there were ninja.

            Feeling a growing need to escape, Bette started using her legs to push herself back, out of the room, towards the bedroom. Not that she was certain would happen at that point. However, bondage seemed much more appropriate for the bedroom than for a living room full of battling occupants.