Kam woke up. She was sitting in a chair, in a dark room, gagged.

The typical scenario.

She grabbed a safety pin she kept hidden in her pants and unlocked the handcuffs.

Now her hands were untied, time to work on her legs.

She pulled the gag out of her mouth.

One minute must’ve been a record.

Unfortunately, her kidnapper would be coming soon.

She put the gag around her mouth loosely, put her hands behind the chair, held the handcuffs in a ready position for her kidnapper, and tied the rope around her legs and one loose chair leg.

Perfect.

She heard footsteps down the hallway.

It would probably be some old man in a military uniform.

She was right, again.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.

He circled her.

She pulled the chair leg, it snapped the gag fell around her neck like a bandanna, and the old man was handcuffed.

“Try me later old man.”

And she walked out the door.

She wanted something different than this. Always the same thing, the same techniques for training.

When she walked outside, she found herself on an island with a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean. A man in a green shirt with green camo pants and short brown hair waited for her by a rescue boat.

“Should’ve known you’d escape Kitty.”

“Don’t call me that Dustin.”

The man cocked his head and pouted his lips.

“What happened to Dusty?”

“I grew up, too bad you didn’t choose the same. Now let me see the boat.”

He held out his arm.

“Go for it.”

She probably shouldn’t have trusted him, but she had no choice.

Too bad he winked at her before she fell in the hole.