Thanks Mommygrey4113 for the idea of a horror/adventure story. And thank you Guest for suggesting that she gets a chance to escape. But will it work? We shall see!
The footsteps became louder as they get closer to the door. The sound of keys jingle and Ana squeezes her eyes shut, pretending to be knocked out. She figures if she's still unconscious they might not hurt her. The door squeaks open as the sound of a light flicks on. Boots lazily stomp against the wooden floor towards her then ends with a clank sound. Somebody set something down, but Ana isn't sure what and she doesn't dare open her eyes yet. She realizes she's also holding her breathe as well, which was not intentional at all. The footsteps get further away from her and soon the squeaky door closes and keys lock it back from the outside. Ana waits till she hears the person go upstairs before feeling safe enough to open her eyes again.
It takes Ana a moment to adjust to the brightly lit room. It only has one light bulb lowly hanging over the bed from a rusty chain, but it was more than enough to light up the small room. Ana peeks over the side of the bed and sees a tray of food. This was what the person had brought in. It had mash potatoes, a banana, and one slice of bread. An odd combination, she thought, and despite the grumble in her stomach, she couldn't bring herself to eat anything.
Ana sat back and hugged her knees to her chest when she noticed markings. Not bruises, but actual markings with a surgical pen. The kind cosmetic doctors use. The markings were all over her body outlining each limb and lung. She hasn't noticed before because it was so dark.
"Oh my gosh," Ana whimpered as her breath quickened. She imagined being carried away where people cut her open and took her organs. She only heard about stuff like this on the news or movies, never thinking it could happen to her. She had to get into survival mode. She examined what she did have. A plastic tray, one plastic spoon, and soft food. All useless. "Think, think," she chanted to herself. She was almost in tears when she looked up at the light bulb. It was hanging low enough to kick.
Ana stood up the best she could (with the rope around her wrist restraining her) and hoped her yoga lessons and high school years of cheerleading would do some good. She jumped and kicked as high as she could, hitting the light bulb clear off the chain and it shattered all over the room. Ana picked up a piece of broken glass that had fell onto the bed and gnawed away at the rope. After a minute or two, the rope finally ripped and Ana rubbed at her sore wrist. She felt free and level headed for the first time since she woke up.
Ana searched the floor until she found the biggest piece of glass from the light bulb and grabbed it. She stood behind the door and waited. She didn't know when the person would come back, but they would. It felt like hours (maybe it was) when she finally heard the footsteps again. She squeezed the glass in her hand until it cut into her flesh, but she didn't mind. That was the least of her worries. The familiar sound of keys twisted the locks and Ana sucked her breath in. Was she going to do this? Would she kill somebody? The door began to open as a masked man stepped in.
It was now or never...
