[Short Story] Trapped - Part I

[marc.jp_44 20,837]

Chapter 1: The Escape

 

I wake up, in a tiny, gloomy room. No windows, no carpet or tiling, all wood. I've been stuck here for quite some time, now but don't know how or why I'm here. All I know is that I'm being held captive. I get food and drink once every day, it is barely sufficient for 24 hours but I've learnt to adapt. Rusted shackles prevent me from escaping, not that I'd even know where to go, if I was released. All I know is that this place gives me the creeps and I must escape, I can't live here any longer, it's physically and mentally killing me. I hear the doorknob turn, the only satisfying sound, that I hear for the whole day, as I know that my meal is here. The man enters my room, holding the tray and places it at my feet.

"Good morning, sleepyhead, glad to see you've woken, now here's your daily meal, enjoy! We've got some bread, with a little water on the side!"

"Thanks, I suppose, better than nothing," I say, reluctantly.

I quickly wallop it down, even though the bread's stale, I can't complain, at least it's something. Even after I finish eating, I still don't feel full, my stomach is begging for more. At that moment, I realise I have to do something, I have to escape, it's the only way. I could somewhat determine that the ground was made from clay, not the strongest of flooring. I dampen the clay with some water, and use every little piece of strength in me to dig a hole, using my cutlery. Not a scratch, I didn't even make a dent. I can't give up, though, I must escape this hellhole. I've lost a lot of weight since I started off here, and my shackles aren't as tight anymore. I use some water as lubrication and slide my hands out, using the flat part of the spoon. It hurts but I managed to get the shackles off. I'm free ... sorta, I'm still stuck in this room but whatever. I hear footsteps outside my room,

"Have you finished? Can I collect the tray for you," the doorman asks.

"Yes, I'm finished, please take my tray," I say, in a shaky voice.

I can hear the man slide the key in and I quickly stand behind the door. Once it opens, he enters and I quickly strangle him with a sleeper hold and watch as he loses consciousness. I carefully place his body behind the door and begin my escape. I peek my head outside the doorway, the coast is clear. I make a run for it but not before I hear voices, near me. They're just whispers but I can faintly here them. I hide in behind a wall and watch as they go past. Phew, that could've been close! I slowly tiptoe through this place and find a door. There's light peeking underneath the door, so I know that my freedom is on the other side. I carefully turn the knob and open the door. Once I opened the door, I wished I never did, as I was greeted by a horrifying surprise ...

Edited June 1, 2016 by Marc

[joe123_Superman 430]

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Edited May 31, 2016 by joe123_Superman

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

Interesting, and has some good wordplay. Only thing was that in this sentance, "I quickly wallop it down", I think that Wallop is misused. Usually if you are referring to food with it, it only is talking about drinking, the drinks being most often alcoholic.

[marc.jp_44 20,837]

No comments, but like 8 likes ggwp. 1st. All I came here 2 do.

Ok, thanks lol ...

Interesting, and has some good wordplay. Only thing was that in this sentance, "I quickly wallop it down", I think that Wallop is misused. Usually if you are referring to food with it, it only is talking about drinking, the drinks being most often alcoholic.

Okay, thank you, I'm not sure if it's used in the incorrect context though. I'll look in to it and thank you for the feedback and properly reading the story!

[Nullf0x 34]

Interesting, and has some good wordplay. Only thing was that in this sentance, "I quickly wallop it down", I think that Wallop is misused. Usually if you are referring to food with it, it only is talking about drinking, the drinks being most often alcoholic.

I disagree with you, because many of the world's finest pieces of literary works, like Perry Mason's crime series uses the word "wallop" in the same type of sentence, referring to food, and the right context.