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Chapter 54
Dougie's POV

'What are you doing?' I whispered, watching Rick struggle to shuffle his way over to me s curiously.

'If I can make my way over to you, maybe you can try to untie me and then I can make a call with the walkie talkie.' He whispered back, a bit unnecessary, since the troubled moving of the wooden chair made a screeching sound that was most likely to be heard outside the door, if anyone was downstairs.

'What if they hear us?' I asked, a bit frightened, but excitement starting to flow through me as well, since now there was at least a plan.

'They can't hear us if they're upstairs, and if they can hear us, and come to ask why I am next to you suddenly I'll just tell them you had a panic-attack or something, and you just play along. They are not smart enough to tell if Im lying. I mean, they even left the walkie-talkie in here. They really are idiots!' He answered in a whisper, and continued to shuffle over, by jumping up with the chair, and then trying to keep his balance, and not cry out because of his ankle that was prone to be wrecked with pain. If he'd fall over, I didn't know how he'd get upright again without being able to move his hands.

After a while though, he actually accomplished it, and was now sitting next to me. No one seemed to have heard us, since no one had come to check. We both were quiet for a moment. Rick trying to regain a regular breathing pattern, me thinking of how to get his hands free. I was sure that I couldn't do it with my hands. My hands were tied up tightly, and I couldn't move them much.

Maybe I could try with my teeth… but how was I going to bite through tie-wraps? That wasn't going to work either. Fortunately Rick was apparently absolutely clear in his mind, despite of the pain, and had an idea.

'Dougie,' he whispered, 'Can you try to break the wood of the chair with your good leg?'

Now I understood, and I nodded, slightly shaking in anticipation of maybe being able to finally escape this place, and adrenaline was flowing though my veins. That was probably a good thing, seeing how I was still quite weak and tired from the drugs, and adrenaline gives you more strength.

Rick shuffled a bit more, to position himself better, and I shuffled on the bed as well, positioning myself so that my right leg was slightly dangling of the bed, my ankle hitting the side of the bed. I bit my lip and tried to forget the pain, but that was hardly possible, and I couldn't help the whimper in agony. I tried to turn my body a bit more, so my left leg would be in range of the chair, but the tie-wraps prevented me. They were cutting in my wrists now, because I was pulling so hard at them, but I didn't care. All I thought about right now was of escaping this place.

'Shit,' I moaned, when my right ankle started throbbing viciously, after involuntary hitting the side of the wooden bed again.

'Can you turn a bit more, so you can reach the chair with your other leg? Just a few centimeters more.' Rick tried to encourage me, but I shook my head frantically.

'It hurts.' I moaned.

'I know, Dougie. But please, try. Come on, you want to get out of here, don't you? Come on, try a little bit harder, you can't reach it now. Come on, otherwise you'll have to crush the chair with your broken ankle. That will hurt even worse.' He encouraged me, and I knew he was right. I pulled myself together and one more time I jerked my body round. The tie-wraps really wouldn't give in, but I bend my body in a painful way, and succeeded in throwing my other leg over the side of the bed as well now.

Rick shuffled a bit more, then tried to bend forward as much as possible. I took a deep breath, then kicked out with my good leg, my foot hitting the chair harshly. The wood gave a slight creak. It didn't show any damage. I kicked out again, a bit more forceful this time, then hissed in pain as my ankle moved again.

'Go on, you can do it.' Rick whispered, and I kicked out again, and again. The wood was actually starting to break now, one of the smaller pillars of wood that crossed the chair's back were split. The back of the chair excised of a four long pillars, starting at the sitting part of the chair, and ending at the top of the part where your back can rest upon. There were some other pieces of wood, crossing the pillars, but they were thinner. Rick's hands were tied separately, to the two middle pillars. If I could break them, he would be free.

Finally there was hope. Finally there was a chance to escape this hell.

My ankle was throbbing, but I almost couldn't feel it anymore, due to the hope and excitement that was overtaking all other emotions. I kicked out again, and again and again, and almost cried out in joy when one of the big pillars on the side broke in half. I had trouble to aim properly, but kicked again, and again, and this time I couldn't suppress the yelp of victory, when one of the pillars broke, which had Rick's right hand tied to it.

Rick turned around, and actually fell off the chair, but he didn't care about the pain either anymore. He pulled the other wooden pillar, which already had a creak in it as well, and freed his other hand as well. He stumbled upright, made his way over to me and kissed me on my forehead, while he held me by my cheeks.

'Thank you, thank you!' He whispered, 'I'll call your friends now. Everything is going to be okay now.'

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