One thing at a time

Lying there crammed in a box it begins to really sink in that this guy is a very dangerous killer. He also clearly knows the limits of what he can and can't do. Oh ya and he seems to have real money of some corporation backing him. “I have to get free, no more fucking around.” Twisting and turning you work your arms trying to accomplish something. Finally after at least a half hour you hook a finger in the bindings on your right leg. Yanking and twisting you pull till you can move and the bindings slip off. Panting you start kicking the wall of the box over and over, it does nothing at first but creak, just as you are about to give up you hear a crack, but it still seems to strong so you switch to your other leg. It isn't fast but you do get it free. You slam the box with all your might over and over till to your amazement your foot slams through the box.

It takes another half hour to get out of the box, and using a nail you get your hands free. “Now what?” You ask the air. The door to the house is locked but you find the bags of things you bought today so you can at least have a drink to refresh yourself a bit. You then take a few minutes to put on clothes. You decide quickly on a little yellow crop top, tiny skater skirt, and the shoes you decide might be the easiest to walk in, they are 7” heel sandals with pink straps on top and clear bottoms, but they buckle on tight so they don't twist much, the platform under the toe is a bit over 3”, and the heel is decently wide. Sadly you don't have any underwear, but what you have is better than nothing.

The second he drives into the garage you know he will know you are gone so you aren't sure what you should do. You get the garage door open, and you are free, but if you just run he will surely kill Lisa and who knows how many more people. Then again you are no hero. Are you?