The Asylum

Chapter 2: Hell Awaits

As I slowly awoke, I remembered what had happened; I came to the asylum, got inside, found a few papers, and got knocked out by someone horrifying. But how? How did he sneak up on me so fast and get me? Why am I still alive? Couldn't he have just killed me when he hit me? Why didn’t he finish me off?
I was able to fully open my eyes after a few minutes of being conscious. I realized that I was actually hanging upside down, shackled to the roof of the room with chains, locked there until someone or something comes and decides I can come down. Coming to terms with my situation, I looked around the room. The walls were made out of concrete, which seemed to have been unmaintained for years, long before the asylum was shut down. On my left there was a table with various tools and equipment on it, all of which seemed to be used for torturing victims like me; scalpels, a bone saw, a rusty knife, and other instruments that were either rusty or covered in blood. Below me, was a large stain that had obviously been a pool of blood at one point. I got the urge to throw up thinking about the people that came before me that were now most likely dead. The dim and quiet room made me uneasy. The light near the very center had a low, faint hum. 
As I was going to try and mess with my shackles, I heard the footsteps of something heavy coming down the stairs to the room. A deep voice was humming and was getting louder as they got closer. My heart was pounding out of my chest, it had to be the man from before; the one that knocked me out and brought me here. He turned the corner and came up to me; let me see him in full view. He was blind in one eye, indicated by the white fog-like-color over his eye. He was shirtless, with blood on his chest and arms, a scar going across his chest. He was mostly bald, looking to be in his 50's. 
He looked me in the eyes, speaking in a deep voice, “well well well, look what the cat brought in. Some fresh meat for my little funhouse. A mouse for me to catch.”
The way he smiled sent shivers through me, too wide for any normal person, he was missing most of his teeth, and the ones that remained were crooked and twisted. I’m sure he saw that I was scared of him because of the way he smiled.
“What….what do you want with me?” I said, looking at him, scared but curious.
He glared at me, but then chuckled seemingly to himself, “oh, you’ll see.” he said.
He went to pick up the bone saw, but there was a loud thud from somewhere above us, maybe another person? He gritted his teeth and left the room, leaving me hanging upside down. I took this opportunity to check my pockets for anything like a bobby pin or paper clip. Seeing as I am an explorer, I sometimes had to break into these places since they were sometimes locked. Breaking the law or not, it was going to save my life this time around. As I frantically searched my pockets, the fear that I wouldn’t be able to get out of this situation rose higher and higher. As my heart began to beat faster, the sound of it pumping blood got louder and I could hear it in my head; the beating, pulsating sound that was usually unhearable, was now loud and almost deafening. At last, I found it; a paperclip. The lock was a key lock too, lucky me. I fumbled with the paperclip, bending it to the shape needed in order to pick the lock on my shackles. I bent inwards, raising up just high enough to pick the lock, and at last, I was free of my bindings.
I dropped to the floor, my body making noise but nothing too loud, as I was relatively slim, only weighing 140LBs. I quickly stood up and checked my area for anything I may have dropped when falling out of the shackles. I immediately noticed I was missing something; my bag was nowhere to be found. I must have dropped it upstairs when he knocked me out! I snatched the bone saw from on the table and quietly moved over to the stairs, ready to attack the man if I needed to. I held the saw at my side, quietly creeping up the stairs. The pressure of my weight on the fragile-looking boards made them creak and groan, slightly bending as I crept up them, towards the door at the top.
Upon reaching the top, I gave the door a slight push. It creaked as it opened and I took a few small steps out, the man was nowhere that I could see. The more I looked at the building, the worse I felt. Getting out of here isn't going to be easy.