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This idea may be completely fucking stupid but it's better than being a sitting duck. I'll die either way, I'd rather die trying to escape.
My only idea for survival is when you see those cartoon characters attempting to escape, they use a bunch of sheets and clothing to knot together for a makeshift rope and escape out of their window.
...call me roadrunner because I'm about to escape Wile e coyote...
I begin to rip my bedding apart first taking the fitted sheet and knitting it with my flat sheet. tightly securing the knot I proudly made, I scan the room to find other sturdy cloth to knot together.
...Oh to be Best Jeanist right now...
I may not have a quirk like his but I can think quickly, I grab all my heavily knitted scarves from the back of my closet and quickly begin knotting them together and finally with the sheets. Now, to find the perfect spot to secure my fabricated one-time-use rope. Let's face it, this thing is going to hold about five seconds of my weight before it comes undone.
I catch a glimpse at the time, ten minutes have passed. My stomach begins to twist again at my fleeting freedom and the possible outcome of a fiery death.
...Okay, don't panic, it won't help you. You're almost there, tie your bed sheet around the leg post of your bed...
It's thick and sturdy, so this should work. I'm like forty percent sure that'll work, if it doesn't then I'll plummet to my death from the second story. Like I said before, I'd rather die trying than be a sitting duck.
Once I'm certain I've secured the knot to my liking, I turn my body towards the window. I open it painstakingly slowly to not make any noise. Once it's finally open enough to slip my body through, I turn back to grab my makeshift rope.
...Fuck...
He snuck into my bedroom while I was opening the window, Jesus Christ he needs a bell around his fucking neck.
"So, this was your plan?"
A roaring laugh rips from his throat,
"You're quite the crafty one, I gotta admit. But you're as dumb as you are pretty if you really thought this was going to work."
...Did he just call me pretty? NO BITCH! he called you dumb! And insulted your crafty escape. Lord, get it together...
My cheeks turn a faint red at his remark and I begin to speak when I'm cut off. The atmosphere in the room turns fucking fatal and I'm terrified. He slowly walked toward me, and his demeanor completely changed in a matter of seconds.
He's gone from laughing to stone-cold serious, as he walks closer my body moves on its own and I back myself into the wall next to the window. No space between my back and the wall and barely a couple of inches between him and me.
...He towers over me, his presence is overwhelming...
"As dumb as your makeshift rope idea was, I will say, I enjoy the chase. The thought of you attempting to escape me is exciting." His smile is even more sadistic than before, but it brings a swirling feeling to my stomach. I am not sure if it's nerves or what.
...Oh, of course, he gets off on someone trying to escape him. Should've stayed a sitting duck, he probably would've grown bored and left me the fuck alone. Or you know, set me on fire. I'll take the latter at this point...
He takes my chin into his hand and tilts my head so my eyes can meet his. a swirling pit in my stomach forms, again. Is it fear? I don't know, I really have no idea, but I don't pull away from his touch and I know I should.
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