Lindsay awoke, still cuffed to the bed. Her head swam with the mixture of drugs still in her system. She was alone in the bedroom, but she could hear a radio or TV beyond the door. The black nightgown was hoisted high around her thighs. She sat up slowly, letting the nightgown drift back around her body. Her body ached in pain as she moved about. Lindsay looked about the room, hoping for something she could use in her favor. To her left was a digital clock that glowed in bright green numbers: 5:48 p.m.

Close to eight hours since she last knew the time. However with the drugs in her system, Lindsay's could've been out for a whole eights hours before this. Hell, she could've been out for two days and she wouldn't even know.

Lindsay sighed and leaned against the wall. As she did so, her eyes caught sight of something glistening in the light from the window. Lindsay sat up, watching for the glimmer. Again, she saw it, at the foot of the bed. She adjusted herself on the bed and moved closer for a better look. Lindsay's heart practically burst from her chest when she saw they were handcuff keys.

Lindsay reached out with her right foot. She eased her foot under the set of keys, bringing them from the edge of the bed. Lindsay gripped the keys with her toes and brought her leg up toward her chest. Once Lindsay couldn't bring her leg any closer, she dropped the keys near her body. Lindsay leaned over and picked them up with her teeth. She brought the keys to her hand and started fitting the key into the slot. The cuff opened, freeing her sore wrists. Lindsay sat up slowly, making as little noise as she could. She slid the key into her second cuff and freed her left hand. Lindsay slid herself off the bed as carefully as she could. Her body screamed in the agony she still felt.

She trembled as she slowly walked toward the door of the bedroom. Her hand gripped the doorknob and slowly turned it. Lindsay could see the man lying on the couch asleep. The TV was still on, illuminating his face. Lindsay closed the door quietly and turned back to the room. She walked to the dresser near the bed and opened the drawer. She found her paint in the dresser. Lindsay pulled them out quickly and dug through the pocket. She pulled out her cell phone. Her heart leapt in her chest.

Lindsay looked up toward the window of the bedroom. She climbed on the bed and peek out. The building was only two blocked from the dock, not somewhere Lindsay was particularly familiar with. If she made it down the fire escape of the building and then proceeded to the dock, Lindsay might be able to find help. But the window was nailed shut, she would have to break the window, which could wake up the man.

Lindsay took a deep break and climbed off the bed. She walked to the dresser and pulled it from the wall. Lindsay pushed it toward the door, blocking anyone from entering. She dragged everything she could to the door, praying it would hold. Lindsay then walked back to the bed and grabbed one of the handcuffs. She slammed it into the window, shattering the glass. Working quickly, Lindsay cleared as much of the glass as she could in her limited time. She could hear the man waking, moving toward the door. The knob turned, but the furniture stayed firm in its place.

Lindsay grabbed the sill of the window and pulled herself up. Smaller pieces of glass cut into her palm and fingers. Lindsay ignored the piercing glass and oozing blood, and climbed out the window. Her legs scrapped against the sill, tearing the skin on the glass. She gritted her teeth and groan. Her feet touched down on the cool metal of the fire escape and she released the sill.

Inside the room, Lindsay could the man screaming at her, pounding against the door. Lindsay took off down the fire escape. She opened her phone and turned on the power. A small notification popped up: LOW BATTERY.

"Damn." Lindsay said. The phone had enough power to make one phone call. Thankfully, one was all she needed. She pressed a preprogrammed number on her phone and dialed.

The escape shook suddenly. Lindsay looked up, finding the man on the escape. She gasped and quickened her pace. She moved as fast as she could down the escape. The escape thundered as he quickly gained on Lindsay. He was chasing after her in full fury. Lindsay pushed herself to go faster, praying the call would go through. The dial tone cut off and a voice answered the phone.

"Messer."

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