F*cking cliché

03

I groan when I wake up.. my jaw hurts.. why does it hurt?

It takes me a few seconds to recall what happened last night.. fuck.. I left him in my house. Countless ideas of what he could've done to the place haunt my mind.

Damn.. how could I be this stupid.

I reach my hands out to rub my eyes, but they get tugged back.

Wait..

I tilt my head backwards to look up to my bedframe.

The prick not only tied my hands together.. he also tied me to the bedframe. How the hell am I going to be on time for work?

How am I.. how..
My breathing is irregular and my heart starts pounding. I just want to scream at this point.

Come on Calum focus.. you just need to.. untie yourself.
Talk about thinking realistically.

I try to free myself for what feels like hours.. I tried to use my feet.. I even tried to bite them off but I couldn't reach. This is hopeless.. did he really just tie me up and left me to be found what could take days, weeks if I'm unlucky.

Out of nowhere a phone starts buzzing.
I glance over at my nightstand.. it's the phone he left me last night. Should I answer the call? I could always call 911 with it.. yea I should try to get the phone.

With my leg I reach for the phone holding it between my toes, not without trouble.. I seem to bump against literally every corner I can.

All I need to do now is bring it onto my bed without dropping it.. if I drop it I'll be screwed.

I sit up and pull the phone with me pressing the green button in the process.. yea I didn't want to do that.

'You took your time, I almost thought you were going to ignore my call,' his demonic.. evil.. seductive voice states.
'I really don't want to talk with you right now!' I shout back at the phone.
'You accepted the call yourself.
Did you enjoy my present sweetheart?'
My answer is an annoyed groan.
'I figure you took your father's pocket knife and freed yourself within the first few minutes.. hm?'
'I hate you,' I mutter back.
'Now..now.. you met me yesterday, how can you be so sure about that already?'

I ignore him and try to get the pocket knife out of my pocket.. where I left it.

'I can't get the knife out of my pocket.' I sigh and feel defeated.
'Do you accept my help sweetheart?'
'What do you want for it?' I ask.
'Why do you assume that I want something for it?'
'Because you're an asshole.'
He chuckles, 'maybe you shouldn't say such things when you clearly need my help. If I hang up you'll be screwed won't you?'
'I'll call someone else, I wasn't even planning on answering this call.'
'And how are you going to explain that? How are you going to let them inside?' He replies.
I groan loudly.

'Tsk, I almost don't want to help you. Anyway, turn on your back and press your leg with the knife down on the bed. Slightly scoot up and down until it's out.. it's as easy as that really.'

I think about it.. is it just a trick to see if I would listen to him? Then again.. there's nothing wrong with trying?

To my surprise it actually works and the pocket knife is laying on my bed now.

'Since I don't hear you struggle anymore, I assume you got it out. I waited with talking until you were done.. sweet of me right?' He chuckles, 'But what are you going to do now?'
'Pick it up between my toes drag it towards me, press my body against the bedframe and try to grab it with my hands. After I will get the knife out and free myself from the bedframe.' 'Sounds like you will risk dislocating your shoulders.' 'So be it.'

'You sound angry sweetheart.'
'Of course I'm mad! I let you inside my house.. I took the fucking phone from you and you knock me out and tie me up as a thank you?!'
'Come.. come.. don't raise your beautiful voice, you risk losing it.'
'Is that a threat?' I ask carefully.
'I'm not going to cut your tongue off, I'm not that evil. Besides your answers are like gold to me.'

'Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?'
'Levi!' I groan, 'I'm focussing.'
'Ohh.. the way you said my name I l..'
*Click* I hang up the phone, I was just done with it at this point.

'

I'm freed from the bedframe, now all I have left to do is free my hands..
that isn't that hard.
I get out of bed and walk towards the bathroom where I have a small hook for my towels.

I throw the towels on the ground and replace them with the rope around my wrists. I move down and even though it hurts a lot and it feels like I'm breaking my fingers.. it's off.. I'm freed.

The phone has been ringing the whole time. I don't want to.. but he has proven to act like a douche when you don't do what he wants so I decide to accept the call.

'Did you really hang up on me?'
'I'm free sucker!' I shout throwing my hands in the air even though he can't see it. 'I consider you to be the sucker here though.'