Your eyes slit open. You’re tired, so tired, and so hurt. You can’t remember how long you’ve been tied up in here to this pole in the middle of the room. It’s been days nights if torture, abuse and neglect. You’re so close to giving up hope but then you hear it, a knock on the door, lightly at first but then goes louder and more insistant. This could be my chance, you think. But you’re tied to a pole in the middle of the room. How will you get out?!
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