Writing Prompt

You want to act you are so much better than me, don’t you? I want to hear you say it. Say it!”

She paced across the room again. She’d start in the middle, directly out from in front of her prisoner. She’d go to the window on the left side of the room, then going to the right side. It was a repeating process, when she stopped it would be back in the middle as she continued to yell at him.

He tr...

So I went to sleep last night and all was well. I woke up this morning and everything was wrong.

The room was not mine. It was concrete. Concrete walls and concrete floors. A drab gray color. I was attached to the floor by chains.

There was only three things in the room: me, the chains and a letter.

My hands were free, so I got the letter and read it. “Get out immediately!”

I...

I struggled against my shackles, desperately pulling and tugging at the metal wound tightly around my wrists, but it was of no use. I sigh.

"Really dude?" I yelled out into the dark. "This again? "

"There are easier ways to get me to take a break you know! There is no need for these melodramatics!"

A door at the other end of the room opens, revealing a familiar figure. I do my damnedest to glar...

Thousands of thoughts instantly rush through my head.but the one that caught my attention was who am I?

It wasn’t until I came to my senses that slowly water was filling up around me. I felt the fierce, cold water grasp

my toes. I squirmed uncomfortably and marked my wrists on the tightly gripped cuffs.my whole body tingled as the water reached my knees.my heart jumped as the roof opened to revea...

Trapped.

It’s dark.

The blackness is cold and I’m not wearing any clothes.

I shiver.

The darkness reminds me that I’m alone.

It’s empty.

There’s nothing to keep me company.

No person, no furniture, nothing.

Just an empty room that creates a clean slate for my mind to start flipping.

I’m trapped.

The chain weighs on my ankle and it’s too thick to break.

I pick up the note that lies on the f...

I immediately panicked. I have never in this situation before, yet here I am. Oh, my head ached as if I banged it.

I peered at the note. This is my hand writing. Who else could have written it. In the corner, there was a fingerprint made of blood. It said get out quickly. I searched the room for doors and windows, but all I found was a pencil, paper, and torn paper, which resembles the one I was...