Creak-Creee-Creak

Rusted iron gears grinded roughly against each other, working against the pull of my arm. My weary limbs began to give out as they were stretched to their limit. My eyelids struggled to stay open as it became harder and harder to keep consciousness. When I finally resigned myself to my fate, I heard a light clinking sound coming from where my hands were pinned above me. In a last ditch effort to escape, I twisted my hands in every direction I could to reach the source of the clinking. My sweaty right hand grazed a spring, which slightly stuck out of place. When I pulled on it the spring came off easily with a soft plink; my right arm was freed. I quickly set to work releasing my other limbs. Once I was done, I let out a groan of relief and splayed myself across the cold cement floor. However, my escape wasn’t yet complete. Distant voices began ricocheting off the steel walls in a connecting tunnel and were accompanied by hurried footsteps.