Chapter 1: Freedom

This was an Improvisation story with the goal as. You are locked in a basement, tied to a chair, its pitch black and your captor come and checks on you every 30 minutes. How do you escape?

The air was cold and the room was dark, i couldn't see anything. The only time i could see was when my captors came to check on me,

 then they would turn the light on. The fear in me had already passed and adrenaline set in, the urge to set myself free..

but how. I decide that whenever they came in to check on me, id secretly scan and study my surroundings. 

Setting a virtual map in my head of this dark and cold basement.

 

I timed my captures down to the last second. maybe I could out smart them. Every half hour..to the T they come. 

This next half hour I look at the tool bench to see if there

 was anything on there i could rub my hands on to break the rope. But there was nothing, only things i could grab. 

I thought to myself, how will I grab them if my hands are behind me. 

Then it hit me. Can i controt my arms enough to bring my hands in front of me?.

 I waited until they were gone and the room was dark again to test this theory of mine. I raised my arms slowly, feeling my way around my own arm limits. 

twisting and turning my arms in ways i never thought i could. I felt a slight sting when i finally brought my tired sore arms in front of me. 

I look a deep breathe so i didnt make any noise. Afterall, I dont know if they are listening to me or if they could hear me. 

Now, my next obstical is to get over to the bench and get the small hand carving knife. I think back to how much time i have left. I have 20 minutes left. 

I bend down and loosen the ropes on my ankles and i get up. I quietly rush to the bench and feel for the carving knife. 

I find it and carefully manoeuver it between my palms. 

I start shifting it back and forth. Thankfully, i could hear the strands of robe break. My pulling at the rope when I first got here must have weakened the strands. 

I work in a rush. 

counting down the time in my head. 15 minutes. I need to hurry. As im moving it back and forth, i thought. how am i going to escape when im free of the rope?. 

i think back to the room in my head. 

theres a bat in the corner of the room, there is also a a Hatchet by the stairs. If i can remember clearly, the door opened away from the basement stairs. 

I have two options. 

I either grab the bat and try and beat them to freedom? or i grab the Hatchet, wait at the top of the stairs for them to unlock the door and 

I strike them when they open the door. 

as far as im aware, there is only one person up stairs, 

judging by the feet movement i can hear. At last the rope was cut. 5 minutes left on the clock before they come and check on me. 

I carefully place the knife back down, not to make a sound. 

My heart racing. i could taste my freedom. I quickly tip toe, my arms stretched as far as i could out to feel for the basement stairs. 

It looked like it was made of wood. 

So i felt for that. My hands suddenly touched the round nob on the stand of the railing. It made my heart Jump a little. 

I tried to gather myself as i felt down the rail and touched the ice cold blade of the Hatchet. 

I could feel it cut my hand when i touched it. I carefully felt for the handle and grabbed it. I then made my journey carefully up the stairs to the door. 

feeling each step with my hand before placing my foot down on it. The wood creeked. I started to panic, my heart racing. 

It was too late to turn back now even if they heard or not. 

I had 2 minutes to get to the top and ready myself. I did just that as quick as i could. 

I could hear and feel the hard footsteps of my captor walking towards the door. fiddling with the keys to unlock the door. My heart bounded. 

The adrenaline pumping through my body. Im ready. Light started to pour into the basement as he started opening the door.

 With a swift movement I kicked the door open and swung the Hatchet at my capture. His face was filled with pure shock to see me, Hatchet in hand, in front of him. 

Swinging it towards him. 

It was like time slowed down, The Hatchet on a path towards his face. I couldnt care less if i killed this man. the pain and suffering he has put me through. 

Hell i dont even know how long i was in the basement for. 

My breathe became heavy as the hatchet collided with my captors head. He fell back, it seemed like he was in slow motion. But in reality, he wasnt. 

My hands let go of the hatchet and i ran. Ran to find the way out of this house. 

I find the front door. But its locked. I started to panic. I turn around to look for another way out when i see a big set of windows in the dining room. 

I ran as fast as i could to a chair. 

Attempting to pick it up was a war in one because my shoulders still hurt from contorting them. But adrenaline made me pick it up and throw it out the window. 

The window shattered. 

glass falling everywhere. I ran for the window, cuting my feet on the glass, but i didnt care. I ran down the cold street to find help.

 I was free... 

Author's Note

This was an Improvisation story with the goal as.
You are locked in a basement, tied to a chair, its pitch black and your captor come and checks on you every 30 minutes. How do you escape?