Her Superhero

Camille's POV

I watched a rat scratch against some glass bottle, trying to get a peanut out of it. The poor thing kept scratching, but that was all he could do.  

In a way, I was like that poor thing. I had been wiggling like an earthworm trying to shimmy my way out of these stupid bounds.  

Too bad that only worked in James Bond movies. My arms were sore from fighting the ropes, and considering I hadn't eaten anything since Jordan dragged me down to this damned place, I was pretty spent.  

"Well, hello," Jordan opened the door. His annoying voice echoed in the warehouse and scared the rat away from his beloved peanut. "How's my darling doing today?" 

"Better now that you're here," 

If he heard the sarcasm in my voice, he ignored it, skipping towards me like he had hit the jackpot.