Uncaged

Escape

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My head throbbed unbearably. I tried to prey my eyes open that felt like they had been sewn shut. After several attempts I looked around, my vision slightly blurry. I squeeze them shut and reopened them to see a man knock on the face of the door and say something I couldn't make out to the assigned guard outside, roaming the hallway.

The culprit was unattractive peppered grey hair and a sunspot weathered face. He had a tall build and grey metallic eyes; reminding me of the grey metal door stood that stood taunting me as it swung open. Just wide enough for the man to walk out while he zipped up his fly a smirk clear on his face. Burn in hell! I cursed him silently.

The guard wordlessly nodded in approval before slamming the door shut, never looking in my direction. The sounds of their footsteps dissipated. My mind was in a fog and I struggled to move my now limbs, paralyzed by whatever concoction of psychotics and sleeping pills they  laced in that drink that's forced on me time and time again.

Each customer has different tastes but this man along with many others preferred me to be dazed or asleep, unable to protest. While others wanted me awake as they called out my given name, daring me to fight them until they were finished with me.

"Conserve your strength. Remember, today is the day we will break free. " I hear that voice again, speak in a serene feminine voice.

At first, I despised it. I didn't want hearing voices to be added to the seemingly endless list of horrible things this place has done to me. But loneliness changes a person and after a while, I started looking forward to hearing the melodic voice float about in my head. The tacky red sheets that were bunched around my feet felt damp no doubt from the sweat that glistened off of me. At least he didn't take off my lingerie, I thought bitterly.

I was dressed in black lace bra which attached to a sheer see-through material that laid across my stomach with a slit down the middle, coming to my mid-thigh. My matching underwear dangled preciously from my left ankle. The regaining feeling of raw pain in between my thighs meant my motor function would return soon. My dark chocolate curls were sprawled in every direction on top of the cheap pillow.

I sat up slowly, scrunching my eyebrows in the process, hoping that it would help alleviate the stabbing sensation in my head. I scooted off the mattress, tensing when my feet touched the cold cement floor. I slowly worked at putting on my underwear back on, my stiff fingers fumbling the material several times before they were finally in place. I made my way to the bathroom, which was situated in the left corner beside the door I loathed.

I headed straight to the bathroom sink and drank as much as I could. Water always helped to clear my head and today I needed to force myself through the cotton in my mind and focus because I had less than an hour before my escape. I shuffled over towards the toilet and opened up the back lid, peering down to see the screwdriver I was able to steal yesterday.  

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I had collected as much of my hair as I could over the past month to stuff down the bathroom sink. I figure that if I was able to get it blocked enough they'd be obligated to have one of their paid-off plumbers to come in with their tool kits and fix it. After the sink started to pour over for the fourth time that day one of the "clients" must have complained because before I knew it the metal door swung open and in walked this sorry excuse for a man.