𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍: A COD Fanfiction

The Motel Boy

You slowly regain consciousness, your head fuzzy and disoriented. As your vision clears, you find yourself in a different place, the surroundings unfamiliar and disorienting. The effects of the drugs linger, making it hard to focus your thoughts and process your situation.

Although your head still feels fuzzy, you manage to focus on the room around you. As your eyes sweep over the surroundings, you take in the details, noticing that the room is quite fancy and extravagant. Then, looking down at yourself, you realize you are tied to the bed. A feeling of unease washes over you as the realization of your situation fully sinks in. You try to clear your head, the effects of the drug still lingering.

Your voice is a groggy whisper as you look around and mutter, "What the hell?"

As you scan the room further, you notice the presence of a window that offers a glimpse of the outside, it seemed like the next day, and a door that leads to an unknown location. To the left of you, there's another door that leads to a bathroom. The window offers a small shred of hope, but the fact that you're tied to the bed limits your options for escape.

You struggle to sit up straight, the restriction from the rope around your wrists making it difficult. You look around the room, searching for anything that could assist you in freeing yourself or escaping. Your eyes roam over every surface, every item, desperate to find something that could help. However, the room seems rather empty, as if purposely devoid of anything that could aid your escape.

You spot the nightstand next to the bed, its drawer seemingly within reach. With a bit of maneuvering, you manage to swing your leg over and attempt to open the drawer with your foot. It's a challenge, but you persist, pushing through the effort until the drawer finally slides open, revealing its contents. With some skillful maneuvering, you manage to use your feet to pick up the shard of glass from the drawer, handling it carefully to avoid cutting yourself. The glass is a potential tool for escaping your restraints, but you'll have to be careful and strategic in how you use it.

The pain from the glass cutting your hand is intense, but you force yourself to push through it. Your focus remains on the task at mind: cutting through the ropes tying you to the bed. With determination and gritted teeth, you bear the discomfort and continue to press the glass against the ropes.

After a few more moments of careful and steady effort, the ropes finally give way, and you manage to break free from the restraints. Your heart pounds with adrenaline, the feeling of freedom exhilarating and overwhelming. You rush into the bathroom, your injured hand throbbing with pain. As you turn on the faucet, the water trickles from it, cool and soothing. The bathroom is just as extravagant as the rest of the room, adding to the mystery and confusion surrounding your current situation.

You take a moment to assess your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes fall upon the necklace around your neck, a reminder of the unwanted bond it represents. In a defiant gesture, you reach up and yank it off, throwing it across the room, discarding it, refusing to accept its symbolism any longer. Despair fills your heart as you quickly realize the predicament you're in. The window is locked, the door locked and your attempts to open it futile. You're trapped, confined behind these four walls, with no escape in sight. It's a sinking feeling, knowing that the only way out is if someone comes through the door.

As the gravity of your situation sinks in, tears start streaming down your face, and you find yourself sliding down the wall, hugging your knees into your chest. An overwhelming feeling of despair and helplessness washes over you as you realize the odds of being found are slim to none.

You sit there, alone and scared, your thoughts swirl in your mind like a whirlwind. You take deep breaths, in and out, trying to compose yourself. Then, once your tears are dried, you start thinking. How can you possibly escape from this situation? Every option seems to lead to a dead end. But you need to keep thinking, to find a way out of this mess. You can't give up hope, no matter how desperate things seem.