Five's POV:
I groaned. My head sure did still feel sore, especially since I had just been knocked on the back of my head not too long ago. 'Owww...' The gash on my arm must have started to act up too. I opened my eyes and squinted. There was a blinding bright light shining towards my eyes, no doubt irritating them. I raised my hands to block out whatever the hell this mysterious light was but then something had almost immediately occured to me, something that had undoubtedly started to alarm me. I realised that no matter how hard I tried to move my hands up towards my face, I COULDN'T. That was because they were tied behind my back.And to make matters even worse, I couldn't seem to move any of my legs either, no matter how hard I struggled.( I figured that they were probably tied together by some kind of thick rope based on its texture that I felt against my skin.)It seemed that no matter how much I tried to break free, it was absolutely no use. My arms and legs were tied (really) tightly and firmly, to the extent that it felt like the rope was cutting through my skin. And it HURT. I could have sworn that by the time we would get out of this, my wrists and ankles would probably be covered with numerous cuts and bruises.
All these factors coupled with the intense amount of unsettling worry and fear were now more than enough to force my eyes open(Stupid bright light be damned).Within a few mere seconds, my eyes had adjusted to the lightened surroundings. I looked around from left to right, turning my head as I did so, scanning the room's interior(as to have any clue as to where exactly we were). The room itself was bare, with not much furniture apart from the lone table located not too far from us and a single window(which must have been where the light had found it's way through). But unfortunately, my attempt to do so was much too futile. There were absolutely no clues at all...(It was IMPOSSIBLE to tell our supposed location.) I looked down, dejected. My gaze shifted towards my (direct)right side and onto the unconscious figure of that of my best friend-Claire.
Claire was in such deep slumber that if it weren't for the occasional up and down movement of her chest, I would have thought her as dead.(Thank goodness she wasn't...) Claire was tied up, both her wrists and ankles to that of a brown chair, similar to how I was too. But the 'big' difference was how much wounded she seemed to be compared to myself that I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. There were two big bruises situated on her head, one on the front of her forehead and on the back of her head. One of them must have been from when that psycho first showed up, while the other must have been when he had tried to knock her out back at the attic. Not only that, but there was also a long thick gash cascading down her left leg, with still some flesh dangling loosely from the side. I flinched at the sight of it in disgust. It would be a wonder if Claire would still be able stand let alone walk or run given such a serious injury. But she had seemed completely fine when we had reunited in the attic... Maybe it was because of Claire's strong pain threshold (I got to give that to her). I now knew that it would no doubt be especially hard to escape now given Claire's circumstances. But it still was worth a try right? Afterall, Claire would always never fail to look out and care for me no matter how dangerous the situation was. Take for example the incident back at the bowling alley and when she had tried distracting 'Mr Pyscho ' from earlier. So all the more I should help her this time, to make up for whatever that she had done for me. My gaze remained on Claire's sleeping figure. Part of me wanted to wake her, while another part of me knew that doing so would only force her to return back towards her painful turmoil.
I shifted my attention back towards our potential escape plan , 'examining' the room once more.(But this time in hopes of finding something that could potentially help to break us out of here.) But...Of Course to absolutely no avail. The only thing that I found out was various CCTV cameras located around the room. There were two of them. One located at the back of the room on the ceiling, while the other directly in front of the locked door. It was clear that whoever this was that kidnapped us was most certainly watching us. Possibly to make sure that we would have absolutely no means of escape. It was clear that whoever this was was no amateur in carrying out such a thing what's so ever. Then just at that very moment, something had occured to me. I no longer had my pocket knife with me. They must have confiscated earlier, before they tied us up just now. Even so, even if I did have my pocket knife with me, I would not even be able to use it because of various such reasons. One, we were tied up. And TWO, there was a surveillance camera right at the back of the room facing us.(At which it would most immediately catch us.) *Sigh* Now this was going to be HARD.
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