A story in which a bank robber takes advantage of a hostage.
Or is it the other way around?
As read by the author: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/27xuc0/m_hard_as_iron/
The door from the lobby to the vault room flew open with a crash. Entering the room, Marco slammed it closed again with just as much fury. Ripping his mask off and throwing it aside, he began striding back and forth across the room as he cussed up a storm, "Those stupid motherfucking bastards! I can't fucking believe this shit! Those fucking idiots still think I'm some kind of moron after four days of this shit!"
Anne, seeing his anger, stood up from where she had been playing cards with the other hostages and went to the bars that surrounded the bank vault door, which stood open. Her dark skirt and heels, along with the pants, skirts and shoes of all of the hostages, had been taken away by Robby on the first day. 'For security' he had said, but she suspected the man had other motives, judging by the way he spends so much time staring at their feet. Her long, dark hair, which had been pinned up for the first two days of the ordeal, now hung in loose curls around her face and down her back. Her big brown eyes watched him in earnest, taking in his tall, wiry body. His sun-bleached mop of unruly hair, tanned skin, piercing blue eyes and the hints of tattoos peeking from his shirt sleeves and collar.
