Trapped

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
What would you do if you found yourself trapped and had no way out?

Submitted: March 15, 2020

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Submitted: March 15, 2020

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Trapped By William Benjamin

 

I can barely breathe. Oxygen is running out faster now. I feel weak and exhausted. I do not know how long I have been here, but I need to get out now. Someone grabbed me, put me in this place and, just locked me in. Can you believe it? At least, I would like some company. I think I deserve it. That way I would not feel so lonely. So, I thought about bringing you here for some minutes. Do you care? Do you dare? It will not be long, I promise.

It is cold. I might say it is freezing. That kind of cold that freezes your bones. I think it is already dark now. I am not sure if I am wearing some clothes of mine or, something they gave me to cover my body. But whatever it may be, it is not working at all. The cold penetrates the cloth as if it were knives going through butter. Wait a minute! What are these? Shackles? I cannot move my arms or legs. I feel completely restrained. I wish I were that famous escapist, you know? I cannot remember his name right now. Unfortunately, I am just me, a regular guy as any other in this city.

Knock, knock! Are you with me? Can you say something? At least try to cheer me up, please! I cannot see anything here, but I do not think I am blindfold. Therefore, no lights in this room or cage. Yes, I better call it a cage. I regret being accustomed to jailing my pets when I travel out of the city for some days. Now, I know the feeling! Not knowing what it is in your surroundings is absolutely frightening! I recall, when I was a child, my worst fear was getting blind. Well, I just feel like that in this moment. It is a must that I calm down a little bit. I have to think about a way out here.

I want and need your company, I mean, someone I can talk to. I kind of know I am not alone, but I feel lonely anyways. Even though no one has ever spoken to me since I am here, there is someone or something out there, I can sense it. Whatever it is, it moves. Yes, it does move. It crawls, perhaps. Could it be a rat, or even worse, a mischief of them? The idea makes me get goosebumps all over my body. I hate rats to death! They are so disgusting and, they always smell like shit!

And that sound! I am not sure what it is, but it is driving me crazy. It is like drops of water falling continuously on a bucket. They just do not stop falling. What a torture! I actually read somewhere that this was a kind of torture in China. Chinese soldiers used it when they wanted to interrogate someone and they refused to talk. God, it is really annoying! I understand why, according to what the movies portray, the prisoners eventually end up talking. This is a true never-ending nightmare!

What did I do to deserve this? Who did I deceive? I do not think I have insulted anyone recently or ever. I do not owe money to anyone. Perhaps, they confused me with another guy. That guy might probably be somewhere else laughing at me. It is unfair, he is sound and safe and, I just took his place here. What do you think? Talk to me, please! My idea is not feeling lonely and, you are just making me feel that way with your silence.

Once I heard that if you somehow place your fingers in a certain way, you could release yourself from the shackles. While we talk, I am trying to do that. I already feel pain in my hands. There is this competition I made up. Let us see which one releases first, left or right. I am a left-handed man so, I am leaning towards the left hand. I must get out of here. The remaining oxygen is little. It is a matter of a few hours that is totally over. I kind of have a plan! Let me share it with you all.

As soon as I release one of my hands, I will start touching whatever is around me. That way, I will have a better perspective of my actual situation. Then, I will release my other hand and feet and, try to find a door or window I can use to escape. You know what? A terrifying idea just came to my mind. What if there are some cameras and microphones on me? Perhaps, the people who put me here are watching everything I do. If so, what are they going to do when they see me? Kill me, perhaps. But then, how can they watch me through the cameras if everything is dark? Crossroads.

I decide to try to escape regardless the cameras. I do not want to die of suffocation and then, eaten by the rats. It would not be a pleasant death. Do you imagine rats biting your arms... legs... eyes… mouth? I have to focus on releasing my hands and do my plan. I try and, try, and try. Nothing happens. Neither the left nor the right hand wants to come out of the shackles.

I do not remember when was the last time I ate or drank something. I would kill for a piece of bread and some water. Jesus, I am starving! As the time goes on, I feel weaker and weaker. I think I would shout with all of my strength if I just believed that someone would hear. But, I do not think so. Should I shout? I better stop moving at all. There is no more energy in me. I barely feel my heartbeats. Oxygen ran out. There is only cold, shackles, darkness, rats, torture, and the anticipation of death. Farewell.


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