Laying the Trap

It's hard to know just how much time passed in that room. No clocks. The window gave some kind of indication, but even then, the glass was so dirty that it was hard to tell what time of day it was.

Ashley slept. She paced. She cried. She looked for a way out. Rinse and repeat. But at some point during the cycle, she came up with an idea! Not a good idea, or an enjoyable one, but... Something! And as she heard heavy footsteps approaching, she knew it was time to act.

As the door slowly opened... Ashley let out a soft moan.

"It's about time..." She spoke breathlessly. She sat against the far wall, putting on her most seductive act possible! Head tilted back. Her legs were spread wide, with two fingers rubbing at her pink pussy lips! She smiled her best porn smile.

"You can't just leave an American girl naked with nothing to play with! Why don't you come over here and help me..." She invited, arching her hips.

The idea was to draw this guy in close with her feminine charms, then do... Uh. Something. Improvise some judo move, or just kick him in the crotch-- Then make her escape!

Alas, the guard didn't seem interested in the bait.

Not because of Ashley's subpar acting, and not because he was some unwavering bastion of mental fortitude... Quite the contrary, actually. As her captor lumbered into the room, Ashley paused, watching his stride.

His footsteps were slow, heavy and clumsy. His bloodshot eyes were glazed over-- They saw her, and the rest of the room, but it's like he didn't register anything. She might as well have been invisible. The man spoke in a low murmur, that language she'd heard earlier, as he brought a plate of sloppy food and a bowl of water to one side of the room.

He looked... Vacant. Less like a kidnapper, and more like a drunk guy staggering home after the bar closed.

Ashley watched him, then slowly climbed to her feet. She inched her way to the opposite wall, watching him twitch and groan. Then-- She made a dash for the door! The man sprang to life like a dog at an intruder, lunging at her! Ashley squeaked, slipped through the door, then slammed it shut and locked it!

"What the fuck, what the fuck..." She whispered to herself.

Was that guy on drugs? Though glad that he didn't fall for her original plan, she couldn't help but be freaked, regardless. But anyway...

Time for her grand escape.