Writing Prompt

Ingrid groggily drifts back into consciousness. Shooting pain signals throughout her body; she is sore from being tied up and gagged. Listening to muffled voices, Ingrid struggles to concentrate.

_It's okay, remember your training._

Pausing, she inhales through her nose, letting the air settle in her core and clearing the fogginess from her mind. With her eyes closed, Ingrid focuses her attenti...

Eris Kane came to consciousness the way most people did on Monday morning after a weekend of drinking: slow, confused, and vaguely pissed off. Something was wrong. Her mouth was dry, her wrists were bound, and judging by the tension in her shoulders and the weight against her spine, she was sitting in a rickety wooden chair.

She blinked once. Then twice.

Dark room. No windows. A single overhea...

Her eyes shot open faster then the crossbow that stunned her. She shot her head upwards, her purple hair flipping upwards and out of the brown leather cloak she donned. The first thing her eyes met were her black trousers that shielded the top half of her green boots. She squinted when her eyes, littered with cracks that resembled glass, met the dim lighting revealing a man before her.

“Greeting...

“You’re awake.” He walks over to a drawer and pulls out a syringe. He’s calm and looks like he expects me to freak out at any moment. He’s waiting for it.

I can’t handle it anymore. I burst out laughing around the dirty gag in my mouth. This confuses him and stops his steps towards me. My laughing persists until he pulls the gag over my head.

“Sorry.” I wipe my eyes as best I can on my shoulde...

The night was going well.

Tankards of ale splashed over and raucous laughter echoed through the large tavern.

I don’t remember much. Which is fine, probably the affect of the ale.

The main thing that _isn’t_ fine, is the fact I forgot how we were captured.

_Drip. Drip. Drip._

The sound of drips woke me from my deep slumber. I tried to move or see where I was but my hands and ankles were tie...

Her eyes snapped open and she was confronted by utter darkness. If she could have waved a hand in front of her face, she was confident she would not have been able to see it. As she we’re, that was impossible anyway as her hands and ankles were bound behind her back. She struggled against her bonds to assess their strength and found them to be too tight and strong for her to break by brute force ...

It was dark I wanderd through my thoughts wondering how I got her and where I am as I’m being pulled to reality, everything is blurry I can only see a couple figures around here as my vision was coming back to life I could see that people were tied up gagged around me I don’t know why it was happening or who they were but we were in this weird strange Weight room I have no memory of what happened ...

_Oh, this again. I can’t believe someone did that._

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I look around, seeing nobody. Then, slowly and delicately do the hand flip that frees me from the very, _very_ accurate rope I was tied with. _How basic and boring._

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Kidnappers these days must be reading old thriller books to do their job the old and simple way. They are either foolish or do not care if their prey break away. _Probabl...

You open your eye…

Yes eye , you lost your other one to a jagged scar .

You panic .

You then realise it’s not them .

They would of tied the ropes tighter ; no they wouldn’t risk losing you . They’d of finished the job by now .

It’s fine : just another stupid fool . A fool that thinks they can catch you .

Your hands are tied . And your mouth .

A chuckle .

“ Hello Beautiful“

You act asleep . As...

‚What the fuck?!?‘, thinks Ally to herself. It’s a Friday night and she just went out for a drink after a stressful week and that‘s when they find her. ‚I guess I ran all out of luck.‘ But something makes her hesitate. She automatically checked the ties around her hands and now she has to suppress a good chuckle. Whoever took her has no idea what he is doing.

And right on cue the rusty metal door ...