Wherever you were, it was cold. And kind of damp. You could feel the chill of the concrete beneath you seeping into the fabric of your pants. The air smelled like an old garage; rust and damp and the smell old things tend to accumulate.
You were blindfolded, tied to a cold metal beam, which you assumed to be rusty as well since the rough texture grated on your arms. The rope around your wrists wasn't exactly silk either.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" You whispered into the dark, fidgeting against the cold steel and concrete.
"Ah. The little honeypot is finally awake." A gruff, threatening voice sounded from directly in front of you. The blindfold was ripped off your face roughly.
You felt a sharp pinch as a few strands of your hair were pulled out along with the blindfold.
"Wonderful to see you again." The voice, familiar to you, got matched with a face.
Before you stood the director of the Central City division of Earth's Best Pest Solutions, Roger Muucher.
"I wish I could say the same, Roger." You growled, struggling against your bonds. This guy was a nightmare; fired from a law firm after groping an underage intern, offered a job in the legal division of Earth's Best after a long, somewhat rigged trial, and just an all-around sleazeball.
"Of course. I can't imagine your situation is too pleasant." He sneered, standing up. You finally got a look at your surroundings. It was exactly what you expected; a rusty, big, old warehouse. You craned your neck, looking around for anything that could help you get out.
"The thing is, the company is about to sign a deal here. And I know you and your little tree-hugger friends were going to try and block that. So, the boss told me to get you-" He made a dismissive gesture. "- out of the way until the conference is over. Then we'll figure out what to do from there."
You huffed, blowing hair out of your face indignantly.
"People will know that I'm missing. I will get out of here."
"I wouldn't be so sure, little missy. Have a good night."
He got up and walked away, his armed men leaving with him. You sighed softly, continuing to fidget.
You looked around for something, anything that might be able to help you get out, but found nothing close enough.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted your saving grace.
A paper wasp nest, humming with activity, just out of sight.
Jackpot.
With a little buzzing and a little pheromones, they rushed to you, and you directed them to start chewing through the rope.
Even though your rescue was imminent, it was going to take a while. So, you shut your eyes and tried to relax, tuning into the buzzing of the wasps behind you for white noise.
Hopefully, your rescue would be here before Roger came back.