You dig into your pockets in search of your keys. Your fingers meet brass. In a surge of anger at the injustice of your imprisonment, you whip the keys out and begin stringing the zip-ties as if furiously playing the violin. Time seems to quicken. You're almost through the plastic hand-cuffs, almost through to freedom, when you feel a presence hovering over you.
"And where do you think you're going?" The doctor's voice is high and cold.
Ice seems to have been poured over your head, goose bumps form across your flesh.
You were so enveloped in breaking the zip-ties, you didn't even hear the door open.
You're afraid, but your anger surpasses even that.
You turn and look into the doctor's face.
"You can't keep me here. You can try to keep me locked up but it won't work. Sooner or later, I will break free."
If you want to make a run for it while the doctor is still in the room, click here.
If you want to wait until he leaves to make your escape, click here.
If you want to make a run for it while the doctor is still in the room, click here.
If you want to wait until he leaves to make your escape, click here.
-s.s.
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