Work Attire/Failure. You are still bound and gagged when one of the men comes into the room
From Create Your Own Story
You struggle with your bonds, desperate to get free. Your hands and forearms are numb, and you can't feel any of the knots in the very tight rope, but you keep trying.
You stop working at your bonds only when you are too tired to continue. You stop, lean your head back against the wall behind you, and cry a little. The rope is as tight as ever.
You cry for a while, then, still sobbing, start working at your bonds again. Getting the rope off your wrists is your only chance of getting out of here. You have to keep trying.
You have no idea how long you struggle. You work on your bonds for a while, then rest when you are tired, sobbing at your lack of progress all the while, then start working on your bonds again, trying as hard as you can to ignore your lack of success.
Eventually, you stop to rest again. You lean your head back against the wall behind you, and close your eyes. You fall asleep.
A noise awakens you. You open your eyes with a start. One of the men, the one who did less talking, is leaning over you. He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, until you are looking up at him. He kisses you roughly on the lips. "It's just you and me right now, sweetie," he says when he's done kissing you. "My buddy is full of booze and weed, and I'm pretty certain he'll sleep through the night."
"Mmmmm," you say.
"So we can spend a little time together." He lets go of your hair, then reaches down and starts fondling your breasts, squeezing and twisting them. You moan at the pain. "You like that, sweetie?" he says. "Shall I continue?" Without waiting for an answer, he squeezes harder.
Without thinking, you lash out, kicking at the man's legs with your bound feet. You somehow manage to knock him off his feet. One of your knees makes connects with what you think might be his genitals. He gasps and lurches forward. Somehow, your streak of luck continues. Using your shoulder, you manage to smash his head into the wall. He falls, landing heavily with a wet thud, then lies next to you.
You wait, heart beating, breath shallow and rapid, for the man to stand up and punish you. Nothing happens. You look at him. He isn't moving.
You stand up. This takes a long time because of the way your bound ankles restrict you. You can't walk. You can't use your feet to help you keep your balance. And, with your hands tied behind your back, your balance is different. By working slowly and carefully, you manage to find your balance. Then you hop to the still-open door, a slow difficult process.
You have no idea how long it takes you to reach the door. You wish getting there was easier, that you could do it much quicker. Eventually, you reach the door. You look out.
The passageway outside is a little brighter than the small room you've been confined in. A couple of faint lights do their best. You try to decide what to do. You can go back the way you came, to your left, but that means you might run into your other kidnapper, and you know there is no way you will be lucky again. But you know there is an exit that way. Or you can go the other way. You have no idea if there is an exit that way, or how far away it is, or if you can even find it. There might not even be an exit.
And how long do you have until the other creep wakes up and looks for you or his buddy?
You have to make a decision.
Which way do you go?
- Back the way the men brought you in. You'll risk it
- The other direction. You think it will be the better way
| Status | ||
| Day | 3 | Clothing |
| Health | Terrified and bound | |
