DTC 354 Project

KIDNAPPED BY BRAYDEN SATHRUM [[The Beginning]]

"SOMEBODY HELP!" Your face cracks halfway through, the dryness in your throat affecting your pitch. You wait for a moment, hoping to get a response. Instead, you're greeted with silence. Panicking, you try again, pushing your voice to its limits. "SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE! SOMEBODY-" "SHUT UP!" You're interuppted by a low, yet bellowing yell from above. It sends a chill down your spine as the realization begins to take hold. You've been kidnapped. [[Continue Screaming]] [[Be Quiet]]

Frantically, you tug at the bindings, your mind reeling. Despite your best efforts, the rope clings to your skin, refusing to let go. Who would want to do this to you? You were a nobody. This didn't bother you; in fact, it was somewhat comforting. You didn't deal with meaningless drama beyond office shenanigans. Most days after work were spent cuddling with your husband or playing with your baby. Being a parent had taken your social life away completely. So who would want to do this? Forcing yourself to the present, you begin deliberating on your next move. [[Tense Up]] [[Relax for a Minute]]

"HELP! PLEASE LET ME OUT! HELP!" You scream until your voice begins to go hoarse. Quickly, you realize that these attempts are futile. Wherever you are, nobody is going to hear you. Your thoughts are interuppted by the creaking of the basement door. It swings open slowly, light leaking in through the cracks. It gives you a brief moment to look around. The basement is barren, with only a steel workbench placed against the wall beside you. Looking at it, you catch a glimpse of tools that make your face go pale. Scalpels, knives, and other cutting tools lay in a row on a towel, red stains covering them. A few moments later, the captor reaches the bottom of the steps. Tall and broad, he is bald with a grey beard that goes past his neck. He towers over you like a giant. His face is stoic, but you can see the different wrinkles that frame his eyes and cheeks. His eyes are ocean-blue, which you can't help but admire for a brief moment. In his hand, he holds a pistol. He moves closer to you until you are only inches apart. You look up at him with fearful eyes. "One more word out of you and I'll blow your brains out. Is that clear?" [[Shut Up]] [[Backtalk]]

Going silent, you consider the meaning of all this. The threat of death looming over your thoughts, you feel tears well up in your eyes. You won't let this be the end. Somehow, you've got to get out of this. There are people waiting for you at home. Your thoughts are interuppted by the creaking of the basement door. It swings open slowly, light leaking in through the cracks. It gives you a brief moment to look around. The basement is barren, with only a steel workbench placed against the wall beside you. Looking at it, you catch a glimpse of tools that make your face go pale. Scalpels, knives, and other cutting tools lay in a row on a towel, red stains covering them. A few moments later, the captor reaches the bottom of the steps. Tall and broad, he is bald with a grey beard that goes past his neck. He towers over you like a giant. His face is stoic, but you can see the different wrinkles that frame his eyes and cheeks. His eyes are ocean-blue, which you can't help but admire for a brief moment. In his hand, he holds a packaged sandwich. He moves closer to you until you are only inches apart. You look up at him with fearful eyes. "Eat." He holds out a sandwich, expressionless. The word comes out like a deep growl. [[accept the food]] [[spit on him]]

Tensing up, you do your best to make your hands and fingers slimmer. Carefully, you shift your right hand around and, after a few minutes, it comes out of the bindings. Your heart swells with hope at the sight of your freed hand. You wiggle it around, giddy with excitment. You reach over to your other hand frantically, freedom in sight. Your thoughts are interuppted by the creaking of the basement door. It swings open slowly, light leaking in through the cracks. It gives you a brief moment to look around. The basement is barren, with only a steel workbench placed against the wall beside you. Looking at it, you catch a glimpse of tools that make your face go pale. Scalpels, knives, and other cutting tools lay in a row on a towel, red stains covering them. You look back at your freed hand. There might be enough time to undo the other one, but there's still your feet to deal with... [[stop]] [[continue]]

Taking a deep breath, you relax your arms and legs, allowing yourself a moment of relaxation. Despite the panic, you know better than to make any rash decisions. You have a baby to take care of, you can't afford to- Your thoughts are interuppted by the creaking of the basement door. It swings open slowly, light leaking in through the cracks. It gives you a brief moment to look around. The basement is barren, with only a steel workbench placed against the wall beside you. Looking at it, you catch a glimpse of tools that make your face go pale. Scalpels, knives, and other cutting tools lay in a row on a towel, red stains covering them. Hearing the stairs groan, you turn away from the bench. You begin pulling on your restraints again, fear overtaking your thoughts. A few moments later, the captor reaches the bottom of the steps. Tall and broad, he is bald with a grey beard that goes past his neck. He towers over you like a giant. His face is stoic, but you can see the different wrinkles that frame his eyes and cheeks. His eyes are ocean-blue, which you can't help but admire for a brief moment. In his hand, he holds a packaged sandwich. He moves closer to you until you are only inches apart. You look up at him with fearful eyes. "Eat." He holds out a sandwich, expressionless. The word comes out like a deep growl. [[spit on him]] [[accept the food]]

Swallowing hard, you go silent, too afraid of what he'll do otherwise. He stares at you, emotionless. Your eyes widen when you see him pull a bullet out of his pocket. Mind racing, you quickly try to think of your next move. Doing nothing can't possibly end well. Following his orders clearly isn't working. You think of your little girl, waiting for you at home. The thought of leaving her behind makes your heart ache. You have to do something. [[Kick him with your legs]] [[Plead for Mercy]]

"What do you want? Money? I can make it happen. I can give you whatever you want." You plead so quickly that your words begin to jumble. The tears you held back begin to spill out, revealing the terror. He stares at you, emotionless. Your eyes widen when you see him pull a bullet out of his pocket. Mind racing, you quickly try to think of your next move. Doing nothing can't possibly end well. [[Kick him with your legs]] [[Plead for Mercy]]

Rapidly, you throw your legs out and kick him in the knees. Gasping in surprise, he stumbles back and falls over. His fingers slipping, your eyes widen as he pulls the trigger mid-air. You squeeze your eyes shut and yelp when you feel the bullet make contact. It grazes your left arm, taking off a small chunk of skin before burrowing into the chair. You hear the man land on the floor, his head smacking against the cement. Opening your eyes, you groan and look over at your arm. Blood pours from the wound, covering your wrist and hand. The slickness might make getting the bindings off, but there's no telling when he'll get back up... [[Use The Blood]]

"Please let me go!" You cry out, food still stuck in your mouth. The man frowns and, before you can react, smacks you across the face. "LET ME GO PLEASE! I'll give you whatever you want. I have money, resources. Please, I have a kid at-" The man smacks you again, the force throwing you to the floor. Your head makes contact with the cement floor, knocking you unconscious. GAME OVER

Watching the blood slip inbetween the bindings, you quickly lather it around your wrists. You try to ignore the seering pain and exposed flesh. Your heart swells with hope at the sight of your freed hand. You wiggle it around, giddy with excitment. You reach over to your other hand frantically, freedom in sight. Hands now free, you quickly consider your next move. The man is knocked out, but for how long? [[Untie your feet]] [[Move Your Chair Closer to the Captor]]

You undo the ropes at your feet. The knots take a bit longer than you expect, the bindings a bit more extreme than the ones on your hands. After a few minutes, you're free. Standing up, you let out gasps of relief. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the kidnapper's body shift. Is he waking up already? [[grab the gun]] [[search him]]

Frantically scooting, you push the chair next to the man's unconscious body. Blood begins pooling underneath his head. You shudder, the idea of hitting the floor like he did rushing into your mind. [[search him]] [[grab the gun]]

Getting close to him, you frantically search the man. As you mess with his clothes, you hear a faint jingle coming from his shirt pocket. Reaching in, you find a pair of keys. Letting out a squeal of happiness, you start to pull back. You go cold when the man's hand reaches out abruptly, grabbing your wrist firmly. [[grab the gun quickly]] [[move back]]

Snatching the pistol, you point it at the captor. His eyes begin to flutter open. [[shoot him]] [[knock him out]]

Grabbing the gun from his hand, you point it at him and, after a second of hesitance, pull the trigger. The bullet digs into his chest. The man stops moving, his body lifeless. Crying, you kick your legs widely, wanting nothing more than to get away from the corpse. The gun still pointed at the kidnapper, you pull your focus back to freedom. You still have to escape the chair, but with him... incapacitated, perhaps you should search him. [[Escape the Chair]] [[Look through his clothes]]

You rush to your feet and back away from the stranger. Grabbing onto the chair, you quickly pull yourself up. Panting, you look at the lifeless man, still reeling from what you've done. Peeling your eyes away, you consider your next option. [[Leave]] [[search him]]

Scanning his clothes, you reach into his pant pockets and gasp. A pair of keys sat in-between your fingertips. [[Leave]]

Scrambling to the stairs, you rush up to the basement door. You throw it open, freedom closer than ever before. You walk out into a small hallway, portraits of family hanging on tan walls. Cautiously, you closed the basement door, locking it for good measure. Breathing deep, you walk down to the end of the hall. You find a small living room. A stained brown couch sits in the center, while a shaggy black rug lies underneath it. Near the corner is the front door with a small sign hanging from it. In cursive letters, it says "come again soon!" A silver lock keeps it firmly secured. [[Go to the Front Door]]

You run to the door and shakily take out the keys. Cursing, you clasp your hands together and push the key into the lock. You feel the key turn into place, the lock giving way. Yanking it off the door, you throw it open. Outside, you're greeted by gravel leading out to a red truck. Just a few feet away from it, tall fields of corn lay as far as you can see. Ecstatic, you run to the truck. You're free!

As much as you want to, it's too risky. You place your hand back where it was tighted down and throw the rope back over. A few moments later, the captor reaches the bottom of the steps. Tall and broad, he is bald with a grey beard that goes past his neck. He towers over you like a giant. His face is stoic, but you can see the different wrinkles that frame his eyes and cheeks. His eyes are ocean-blue, which you can't help but admire for a brief moment. In his hand, he holds a packaged sandwich. He moves closer to you until you are only inches apart. You look up at him with fearful eyes. "Eat." He holds out a sandwich, expressionless. The word comes out like a deep growl. [[spit on him]] [[accept the food]]

Heart pounding, you fumble with the rope on your other hand, freeing it. Leaning down, you loosen your feet quickly before placing your hands were they were previously. A few moments later, the captor reaches the bottom of the steps. Tall and broad, he is bald with a grey beard that goes past his neck. He towers over you like a giant. His face is stoic, but you can see the different wrinkles that frame his eyes and cheeks. His eyes are ocean-blue, which you can't help but admire for a brief moment. In his hand, he holds a packaged sandwich. He moves closer to you until you are only inches apart. You look up at him with fearful eyes. "Eat." He holds out a sandwich, expressionless. The word comes out like a deep growl. While the food is tempting, the chance of freedom is worth far more. You could go along with it, or try to attack now. The two choices bounce in your mind, the weight of both causes your body to shake. [[Wait]] [[Attack him]]

Filling your mouth with saliva, you hurl spit at him, anger coursing through your veins. He reacts immediately, letting out a furious yell. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Grabbing your chair, he throws it the floor with ease. As you fall, you use your unbound hands to keep your head from making contact with the ground. You let an uneasy sigh of relief before letting yourself fall to the floor, putting your hands back into place. You let out a groaning noise, hoping he falls for it. "DO NOT DISRESPECT ME!" He screams, grabbing the back of your chair to pull you back. Panting from the stress, you look up at him. With only a few inches between the two of you, the idea of kick him crosses your mind. It's risky, but maybe it'll work... [[Kick him with your legs]] [[Wait]]

As he asks, you hear your stomach growl, as though it's trying to answer the question for you. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice quivering. He unwraps it slowly, his eyes never leaving your shaking figure. After a moment, he shoves the sandwich towards your face. Disgusted to be fed this way, you relunctantly open your mouth. He shoves it inside, almost choking you. Ripping a bit off with your mouth, your eyes look toward your legs. With a slight stretch, you could try to sweep him off his feet. The thought crosses your mind as quickly as the idea of begging does. Maybe he'll listen to reason? [[Kick him with your legs]] [[Beg for Mercy]]

Too afraid to move, you stare at the man with wide, terrified eyes. Angry, he smacks you across the face. Before you can react, you feel the cold sting with his fist. The force knocks your chair over, slamming your head into the ground. You lose consciousness. GAME OVER

You lunge out, but the loosened grip on your legs isn't enough. You stumble, your feet fumbling to get out of the bindings. Before you can react, the man grabs your body and throws you to the ground. Pain courses through your body as your skull cracks against the cement floor. GAME OVER

Lifting the gun, you quickly strike him with the back of the pistol. He falls back to the floor, unconscious. [[Look through his clothes]]

You move back, but the man clenches tighter, refusing to let you leave. He swings his leg out and smacks the back of your knees, causing you to buckle. Before you can stop him, he takes the gun and smacks you with the back end. Your head smacks into the cement, the pain forcing you into unconsciousness. GAME OVER

"LET ME GO PLEASE! I'll give you whatever you want. I have money, resources. Please, I have a kid at-" Using the blunt end of the gun, the captor smacks your head. It sends you flying to the ground. Your head makes contact with the cement floor, knocking you unconscious. GAME OVER

You wake up in darkness, your back against a cold, wooden frame. Your hands and feets are bound tightly to a chair, rope fibers digging into your skin. The room is quiet, with only the sounds of dripping water to accompany you. Thoughts scrambled, you desperately try to remember how you ended up here. What started as a routine trip to the grocery store for diapers ended in... what? You wiggle your wrists and fingers, your heart pounding. A feeling of dread burrows into your mind as sweat begins to drip down your forehead. Regardless of how you ended up here, you have to do something. [[ Call Out|Cry Out For Help]] [[Tug at your restraints]]