Trapped

"Okay one last thing, I'm gonna need to take your phone." Her lawyer demanded. "What!? Absolutely fucking not!" Vanessa angrily responded and clutched her phone tightly. "Vanessa.. we cannot risk you having contact with the outside world, the government have eyes and ears everywhere so as soon as you activate that device they'll know where you are in an instant." The lawyer explained in an attempt to calm Vanessa down.

Vanessa relaxed herself and calmed down. She was still very unhappy about losing her phone for the time being, but she knew the reasons were justified. "Fine... promise me you'll sort this out!" She demanded and handed him her phone. "It's all under control, do not worry boss.." Her lawyer told her. He proceeded to leave the apartment after saying that she should be expecting her stuff to get delivered soon.

Hours went by, no knock on the door or any sign of her stuff. Vanessa had gotten very frustrated. She saw the trucks go behind the building, how could they take this long to get to her? Thoughts ran rapid through her brain like clockwork as she feared the worst. On top of everything else, she was extremely bored. The apartment was empty, all she had was herself and the clothes she wore currently. Everything else in the apartment had been stripped bare.

It was the coming up for the fourth hour, Vanessa lay on the bed and stared into the ceiling with her arms over her stomach. She finally snapped and stormed over to the front door. She tried the handle, locked. "LET ME OUT!!!" She screeeched over and over again. She then proceeded to pound on the door multiple times, hoping someone would hear her.

This continued for the next hour. By this point, Vanessa had used all her energy and was slumped next to the door. She began to plan an escape in her head...