Break free — try your best to escape.

You wiggle your arms violently, trying to break free, and listening to the sounds that your restraints make as you struggle.

The restraints screech as you begin to slide on the bed posts back and forth. You try to repeat this motion, hoping to wear down the material of the straps. You do this for several minutes, but you’re exhausted. You stop. You have to think of something less labor intensive.

You look at the clasps of your restraints. You notice that one of the pins holding the straps in place through the buckle is slightly bent. You tug on it a bit and notice that the pin bends towards unclasping before returning to position. One forceful effort could break you free.

You take a few deep breaths, resting and thinking. This is it. One strong effort and this is over. You clench you entire body as you pull your limbs away from the bed posts. Your face turns bright red as you pull.

Your right arm pops free.

You hurriedly undo your other restraints and limp towards a flight of stairs. Your heart is racing. You start to get tunnel vision. There’s a door. You unlock the deadbolt and turn the knob. Bright light blinds you. You take a step forward with your arm over your eyes. You wince as you look to the ground. A driveway with a green garden hose. Footsteps. You turn around. A tall man paces towards you from inside the house. A knife at his hip. A loud thud. Am I breathing? You fall down. Blackness.