The first I recall is drinking at Loney’s Bar, and next thing, I’m tied up in these beginner-level handcuffs you could probably find in a Dollar Tree.

_Don’t underestimate me_, I thought. It’s the absurd** idiots** that think I can’t bust out of these like they’re children’s toys.

_All I need is something sharp._

My eyes trail to the open concrete floor, focusing on a metal paperclip. It was something I slipped behind my back, using it to work on these handcuffs.

But, I hear footsteps and stop to conceal myself. A shadowy figure reaches through the door, turning on a blinding light.

“Hi. Little lady.”

The man whispered. My eyes stared at him coldly.

**“Mmmghf…”** I realized I couldn’t speak. There is a towel in my mouth. Great, no shit-talking for me I guess.

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His smile was yellowed and twisted, I wondered how much longer before I threw my fist into his jaw. He doesn't figure out I'm not afraid, and neither does he know that my hands are being freed.

He crouches to my face, playing with one of my strands of black hair. His breath smelt like rotten eggs and mildew.

“You’re gonna be a fun one, aren't you?”

A growl escaped me, but knew to breathe as I felt my wrists being released and almost out of instinct, I punched him.

After that, I pulled the towel out my mouth, kicked off my leg restraints, and stood.

He stepped back, and I exchanged another blow. It echoed through the room and he fell right on his butt. He was out cold.

I sighed.

“I'm never getting kidnapped again.”