Abby pulled her feet up to her hands that were tied behind her back. She twisted her wrists in their bindings as her long fingers sought a grasp on the knot that bound her feet together. Try as she might though, she could not maintain a grip and the harder she tried, the more the course rope cut her wrists open.
She eventually gave up and settled for scooting around the room and exploring her options. As she crept along the walls, she ran into nothing but the door. The room was completely barren. At the door, she wriggled her way up the wall to a standing position and tried the handle. It was locked as she knew it would be. It made her feel better having tried though.
She sank back down to the ground with nothing left to do but entertain herself with her own thoughts which weren't very happy thoughts at the moment.
From the doorway, she could see the tiny window near the ceiling where a small amount of light filtered in. It looked like daylight, But it could be a parking lot light for all I know.
Sitting in the doorway, her stomach growled loudly. Assuming I wasn't out for that long, maybe it's lunch time. If I was out for longer then I thought, then maybe its dinner time. Or breakfast time. Or any time in between! Frustration and panic were setting in while she sat idly by, waiting for something to happen.
"OK, Abbs," she said aloud to help keep her calm. "WWGD? Think about it! There's got to be something I can do to help my situation."
She looked up at the window again. It was about 8 feet off the ground. "I can't climb up there and it's probably too small anyway…but if I break it. I might be able to jump high enough to hit it and break it with my head. Then I might be able to cut these ropes off. Or I'll slice my head open and kill myself. OK, so that's a last resort. What else?
"I can jump this guy as he comes in the door. Maybe I can knock him out and make a break for it.
Yeah right! With what? My hands and feet are tied. Something else then…Maybe he'll come in to look for me and I can sneak out and lock the door behind me? But what if he doesn't leave the keys in the lock?"
She thought about it a moment longer, "I don't think I have much choice. That's probably my best bet so far.
"I can trip him first, that will give me some more time."
Abby curled her knees up to her chest and angled herself so she could trip the man as he entered the room and waited.
She soon became stiff from the awkward position but her determination won out. It wasn't much longer before she heard a noise outside her prison. She heard the deadbolt in the door turn and tensed herself; ready to spring into action the moment she felt it was right.
Light flooded the room just like last time but the man didn't enter. Abby waited.
"Show yourself," the man called from just beyond the doorway.
Come on… Abby cried to herself. She held her breath in anticipation and for fear that he would know she was right there.
She heard a sound that made her think of a shopping cart and the light wavered like it was being moved. The next thing she saw was a wheeled tripod with lights mounted on top come through the doorway. Abby quickly changed tactics and rolled her weight up onto her feet. She lunged at the light and toppled it back into the hallway and onto the man.
The man fell backward and yelled as the hot bulbs touched and burned his skin.
Abby made a break for it and started hopping out of the room in large bounds. She was disheartened when she saw the stairs leading to freedom, looming before her. She didn't hesitate though and started hopping up the stairs one at a time.
She was more then half way up when she heard the man climbing the stairs behind her. She tried to move faster but the man reached out and grabbed one of her legs, pulling them out form under her.
"OMPHF," she grunted as she fell face first onto the stairs. Her vision exploded when her forehead hit the edge of a stair.
Abby kicked the best she could but the man wasn't letting go. He drug her down the stairs and dumped her on the floor of her prison.
"Is that what Gibbs is teaching you nowadays?" he asked sarcastically as he gave her a swift kick to the stomach.
Abby gasped as she curled up in pain and the air rushed from her lungs.
He grabbed her roughly and threw her against the wall. Her head ricocheted off the concrete wall with a sharp thwack.
As Abby struggled to stay conscious, she felt his body press up against hers.
"He's gonna have to do better then that," his foul breath was overpowering and made her want to retch.
Abby lost consciousness before she ever hit the ground. Not even the blinding white light could draw her from the darkness that she desperately sought.
Once again, thank you for the wonderful reviews! It's promising that so many people like my story. I think I might be inclined to write another when this one is done. :)