Keep me a prisoner

They locked me naked in a room with an en-suite bathroom. There were bars on the windows and the furniture was fixed to the floor. There was nothing that I could use as a weapon or to hurt myself. I bathed myself and when I came out I found a hot meal waiting for me. The knife and fork were plastic. I was so hungry I wolfed it down before collapsing into bed. My body ached and my anus was sore but soon I fell asleep.

I awoke as the sun was rising and lay watching the light spread across the ceiling. I could not work out what to do. I wanted to escape this place. If I could get free I would make sure Mr. Connor and his twisted women spent the rest of their lives in jail. There had to be a way. I slipped out of bed and padded to the door. I pressed my ear to it. Nothing. “Let me out!” I banged on it in frustration but nobody came.

I waited and decided that I would play ill. I had no cuffs on so I might get a chance to escape. I climbed back into bed. I was dosing later when I heard a key in the lock. I pulled my legs up to my stomach and started moaning. The black woman strode in tall and proud. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt and could have been mistaken for an ordinary office worker. She stood over me. I ignored her and carried on moaning. “What's the matter?” she asked.

“My stomach hurts. Please, I need a doctor,” I groaned. The door was ajar and I could see the corridor beyond looked empty.

She laughed scornfully, “I’m not falling for that,” and reached out for me. I kicked my legs out hard, knocking her to the ground. I was on her, locking my arm around her neck, **** off her breath. She struggled trying to prize my arm free. “Please…” she gasped.

“Take of your blouse and skirt,” I said hauling her to her feet but keeping my grip around her neck. The door was wide open and if anyone passed they would see what was happening. I had to hurry. She undressed and threw the clothes towards the door when I told her.

“I can’t breathe,” she whispered hoarsely.

I tightened my grip. “Kick your shoes towards the door,” I said. I spotted the key was still in the lock. I tightened my grip further so she started to **** and then shoved her hard onto the bed. I scooped up the clothes and shoes and ran through the door locking it behind me. After a few moments I could hear her muffled thumps on the door and shouts. The room and door must have been sound proofed.

I put the skirt and shoes on. They were a little big but would do. I buttoned up the blouse as I walked cautiously down the corridor, creeping past the doors on either side. It led me back to the lounge where I had been punished and humiliated. I shuddered at the memory and nearly fell as a wave of fear washed over me. I peered into the room, my heart beating loudly but it was empty. In seconds I was through it and out the main door. I found myself in the major corridor outside the lift.

It took the lift a long couple of minutes to arrive. I was almost ready to bolt for the fire door by the time it came. It was empty. I stepped inside and rode down to the first floor. Once the doors opened I pushed the button for the ground floor to throw anyone following me off my trail.

The lay out of each floor seemed much the same with a central corridor running from the front of the building to the back. I headed towards the back of the building. At the end of the corridor a window looked out on the building’s car park. At the far side were bushes, a chain link fence and then what looked like a scrubby wood. Looking around I checked the corridor was empty. I had seen no one so far. I opened the window. It was about fifteen feet to the ground. I did not hesitate but after throwing out my shoes, jumped, landing a little heavily but managing not to hurt myself. I climbed to my feet and strode across the car park as if I knew where I was heading.

There was a painter’s van parked near the main back entrance to the building with the rear door open. I waited until no one was nearby and looked inside. I saw a tarpaulin lying at the back of the van among boxes and cans of paint. Quickly I climbed into the van and pulled the cloth over me, lying back between the boxes. My heart was beating loudly in my ears but as I lay there I slowly calmed down. I heard someone come backwards and forwards to the van several times but it must have been over an hour before the rear door slammed closed. I could not help wondering if Mr. Connor or his women were searching for me.

The driver climbed into the cab and slammed the door. The engine started and the van moved off. I felt hopeful that I would soon be free. After a couple of minutes the van slowed and the driver turned on the radio. Pop music filled the van. We moved along in fits and starts. I realized we were probably in a queue of traffic. Perhaps they were checking vehicles leaving the area. At that moment I heard the driver wind down the window, “what’s up?” he said.

“A patient has escaped from the secure ward. She’s a dangerous psychotic. Until she’s found we have to check all vehicles. Mind if I look in the back?” I was going to have to act fast. As the back door opened I launched myself at the guard looking in. I had caught him off guard. He jumped a mile and hardly moved to stop me as I burst past him. I started to run and then realized I was heading back towards the main building. As I turned I saw the guard had drawn his pistol. He shouted, “Stop!” but I just kept running. I heard a shot and felt a stabbing in the back of my thigh. I reached down and puzzled pulled a dart from my leg. I kept running. A second dart hit me in the back. My legs felt heavy. I tried to carry on running but I stumbled and slumped to my knees. I heard shouts and running feet behind me. My eyesight went black and I lapsed into unconsciousness.