They kept coming in and out of the room. It was scaring me so much. I wanted to get the hell out of this place.
I needed help, but who was I supposed to call? I was in the middle of nowhere. Even if I had my phone, where were they supposed to start looking?
“I’m screwed,” I said to myself.
I opened my eyes a little to check if they were still here. It was a risk, but luckily no one was here.
I needed to find a way out of this room. They still hadn’t tied me to the chair. I wanted to get up so badly and start looking for ways to get out, but I was afraid they’d come back. But then again, if I didn’t leave now, they might torture me for information.
I had to look — even if it was just a quick check. So I got up and started checking the windows, but they were all caged.
So I checked the walls. “This is a big facility; maybe there are secret tunnels,” I said to myself. And to my surprise, there were. But before I could get it open, I heard the door unlock.
I ran back to the chair and played the unconscious part. I heard them come in, and then they started messing with the IV. They were injecting something into it. I could feel it going through my arm — some sort of cold liquid. But it wasn’t water, because it almost stung as it pumped through my vein.
I had no idea what their plans were for me.
They left the room, and I got back up to go back to the door. When I got to the door, I saw it had a fingerprint scanner. How did I not see that before? Well, in my defense, I had to run back quickly.
What was I supposed to do now? The fingerprint to open this could belong to anyone. I had to find another way out — and get Becky.