The Escape Room (you/M) part 3 added 9/11
Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2021 1:20 pm
This was originally going to be a COYA escape game, but I don't have the time. It may feel slightly clunky in a few places because of it.
Part 1: The Escape
It all happened so fast. You were walking to the shops, when out of nowhere a drawstring bag was forced over your head and you were dragged into a waiting van. You felt woozy; a chemical on the fabric of the inside of the bag. You were quickly knocked out as the van drove away at speed.
You come round in a strange room you’ve never been in before. Your eyes widen in shock and fear. You feel slightly cold, as you have been stripped to your underwear. A single bare bulb lights the room. There are no windows. The plaster is feeling off the walls and there are stains on the carpet.
As you take in your surroundings, you stretch. Your body doesn’t respond. Heavy metal cuffs hold your ankles together and your wrists behind your back. Supplementing them are ropes tightly binding your legs above and below your knees, and more rope below your elbows. There is a tiny gap between your elbows, just wide enough for a dime to fit in. Your hands and feet haven’t been spared either. You feel tape wrapped from the bottom of your wrists to your fingertips. Lots of tape. Your bare feet have been bound with rope and your big toes are tied with string. To make things even worse, your wrist and ankle cuffs have been tied together in a hogtie, with your taped fingertips brushing your heels.
There is an unpleasant taste in your mouth and you realise where your socks are. Your thick worn crew socks would be a mighty enough gag on their own, but whoever did this to you was not playing games, as they have managed to force a ballgag behind your teeth as well. On top of all this are layers of tape. Someone wants you out of the way, and very quiet indeed.
You take a good look around. Straight ahead of you is some kind of workbench, but from where you are it’s hard to make out what’s on it. To your left is a radiator. To the right is a small cabinet with a few drawers. You shuffle round to see what’s behind you; a door.
You decide the first thing to do is get the tape off your hands. With your fingers free, a lot of other things become easier. You roll on to your back, and shuffle slowly over to the radiator. It feels warmer as you get slower to it; it's definitely on.
You make it to the radiator and put your hands as close to it as you can handle. Your plan is that the heat makes your hands sweat to weaken the glue. Your hands to start to sweat, but if anything, the tape feels slightly tighter than before. The glue isn't weakening either. Your hold your hands up for longer, but the tape holds strong, and you can still not move your fingers a millimetre.
The radiator being a bust, you shuffle towards the workbench, as fast as your hogtie will allow. Closer to the bench, you can see a knife lying on top of it. You could try and kick the leg of the workbench to knock the knife off, but you would have no way of knowing where the knife would fall, and it could be disastrous if it goes wrong.
You shuffle over to the cabinet. It looks old and weathered. At the top you can see a nail sticking out. That could be useful later when you can reach it, but while you are hogtied it's useless.
The cabinet has two drawers. They both have keyholes and small brass handles. In your hogtied state you can reach the bottom one. The chances are the drawers are locked, but there could be something useful in the drawer you can reach and it’s much safer than the knife on the workbench.
You roll over on your side and notice the corners of the cabinet are pointed. Maybe you can use that to cut the ropes or the tape! You rub the top of the tape against the corner, hoping, praying that something will shift. Whoever this kidnapper is, they have done a good job. The tape is skintight with no slack anywhere. There is nothing for the corner of the cabinet to catch on to, not even a wrinkle. With the correct angle, with something pushing down between your wrists, you might be able to get somewhere, but hogtied, as you are, you can’t get that angle. And all this assumes the corner of the cabinet would be able to do the job.
You try to use the corner to slice through the rope hogtying you, but you quickly discover it is nowhere near sharp enough, so you turn to the bottom drawer. You know from experience that you won't be able to open the drawer with your taped hands, and the small brass handle is smooth with no corners or sharp edges, so you try to open it with your toes instead. On your back, to strain against your tight hogtie. You try with all your might. Your tied toes reach the bottom of the drawer, but you can stretch no higher. If only you could have reached it. Down but not out, you try another tactic.
You roll on your side. You can't see where the handle is any more, with your back to the cabinet, so you use your feet to feel for it. Your feet touch nothing for a while, then contact. You explore the wooden drawer with your soles. After three minutes of your feet feeling nothing but wood, you find the handle! You try to grip the handle with your tied big toes. They slide off, and now you've lost the handle.
You repeat the process, but this time, you manage to clutch the handle with your toes. You give it a gentle pull. Nothing. You give it a more powerful tug. The drawer opens a few millimetres and stops with a clunk. It was locked the whole time! You rage into your sweaty socks, ballgag and tape. Was that waste of time an error?
With no other options left, you head back to the workbench. It’s on the other side of the room, so it takes a while, but you make it. The knife is on the edge of the workbench. Your hogtie is tight, but there is enough slack to gently kick a leg of the workbench. Each small kick makes the knife move millimetres. It’s a long, drawn out process of kicking the leg, shuffling to see what direction the knife has moved in, and shuffling back, kicking the leg. After many tedious minutes, the knife is at the edge of the workbench. You shuffle under the workbench and give the leg a good kick. The knife falls off the edge to the floor! You’re finally getting somewhere!
Your first thought is the tape on your fingers. You try to use the blade to slice the tape, but the knife just moves across the floor when you try to use it. You use your tied feet and toes to manoeuvrer the knife so the blade is face up on the floor. You succeed. You try to spin round to give yourself a better angle, and as soon as you take your feet off the knife handle it rolls over, blade on the side. On your back, you angle yourself so the handle is facing away from you and the blade towards you. You roll the knife over with your tied toes, and hold it in position. Alas! You have the same problem as you did with the cabinet. You can’t safely get the knife in a position to cut the tape. It would have been hard enough if your feet and toes weren’t bound...
That’s it! You roll on your side, and use your feet to spin the knife around. You hold the knife on place with your taped hands and extremely carefully use the blade of the knife to cut the rope on your feet. You give yourself a headache from the concentration required. After what feels like an eternity, the last loop of rope on your feet is cut through.
Now your feet are untied, you try to kick out of your toe bondage. You try to kick your feet up and down alternately. The cuffs on your ankles and the ropes on your legs stop you from kicking enough to budge the string on your toes.
But you have bigger plans. Now your feet are free, you can use them to grip the knife properly. You again deem the tape on your fingers too dangerous, but that can wait. On your side, you hold the knife between your soles, with the blade pointing towards you. By moving your feet back and forth, you saw through the rope hogtying you. It doesn’t take long before this rope is sliced. You are now free from your hogtie!
You know exactly what you are going to do with this new found freedom. Using the wall, you manage to stand up. You take a minute to compose yourself and then hop to the cabinet. You look at the nail sticking out of the cabinet, and adjust your stance so your taped hands are at the same height as the nail. You turn around slowly. As your hands are handcuffed, there is enough slack to separate your wrists about half an inch, which is all the space you need to put the edge of the nail between your wrists and use it to pick at the tape on your hands. If your wrists were tied with anything other than cuffs, or your arms were tied to your body, you wouldn’t have the amount of slack required to do this, but it’s the kidnapper’s problem, not yours.
After ten solid minutes of picking at the tape, you create a small tear. That’s enough for your needs. You hop back over to the knife. You gingerly lower yourself to the ground. You get on sure side, in a similar position to the one you were in when you were hogtied. As before, you pick up the knife with your feet. This time though, you have more freedom, and a place to start cutting. You guide the knife into the tear in the tape you created with the nail, holding it in place with your feet. By moving your feet up and down, you slowly cut through the tape. It's hard work. As you cut further down, you can separate your hands more, giving you a place to cut the tape without cutting or stabbing yourself. You manage to cut two thirds of the tape on your hands, but you are disrupted by the sound of bolts sliding on the door! You have been too slow in untying yourself. In a panic, you drop the knife. The door opens.
In walks a large man, dressed casually in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. He is carrying a big bag. He looks at you.
“You did a lot better than most of the others manage!”
Others?
Part 1: The Escape
It all happened so fast. You were walking to the shops, when out of nowhere a drawstring bag was forced over your head and you were dragged into a waiting van. You felt woozy; a chemical on the fabric of the inside of the bag. You were quickly knocked out as the van drove away at speed.
You come round in a strange room you’ve never been in before. Your eyes widen in shock and fear. You feel slightly cold, as you have been stripped to your underwear. A single bare bulb lights the room. There are no windows. The plaster is feeling off the walls and there are stains on the carpet.
As you take in your surroundings, you stretch. Your body doesn’t respond. Heavy metal cuffs hold your ankles together and your wrists behind your back. Supplementing them are ropes tightly binding your legs above and below your knees, and more rope below your elbows. There is a tiny gap between your elbows, just wide enough for a dime to fit in. Your hands and feet haven’t been spared either. You feel tape wrapped from the bottom of your wrists to your fingertips. Lots of tape. Your bare feet have been bound with rope and your big toes are tied with string. To make things even worse, your wrist and ankle cuffs have been tied together in a hogtie, with your taped fingertips brushing your heels.
There is an unpleasant taste in your mouth and you realise where your socks are. Your thick worn crew socks would be a mighty enough gag on their own, but whoever did this to you was not playing games, as they have managed to force a ballgag behind your teeth as well. On top of all this are layers of tape. Someone wants you out of the way, and very quiet indeed.
You take a good look around. Straight ahead of you is some kind of workbench, but from where you are it’s hard to make out what’s on it. To your left is a radiator. To the right is a small cabinet with a few drawers. You shuffle round to see what’s behind you; a door.
You decide the first thing to do is get the tape off your hands. With your fingers free, a lot of other things become easier. You roll on to your back, and shuffle slowly over to the radiator. It feels warmer as you get slower to it; it's definitely on.
You make it to the radiator and put your hands as close to it as you can handle. Your plan is that the heat makes your hands sweat to weaken the glue. Your hands to start to sweat, but if anything, the tape feels slightly tighter than before. The glue isn't weakening either. Your hold your hands up for longer, but the tape holds strong, and you can still not move your fingers a millimetre.
The radiator being a bust, you shuffle towards the workbench, as fast as your hogtie will allow. Closer to the bench, you can see a knife lying on top of it. You could try and kick the leg of the workbench to knock the knife off, but you would have no way of knowing where the knife would fall, and it could be disastrous if it goes wrong.
You shuffle over to the cabinet. It looks old and weathered. At the top you can see a nail sticking out. That could be useful later when you can reach it, but while you are hogtied it's useless.
The cabinet has two drawers. They both have keyholes and small brass handles. In your hogtied state you can reach the bottom one. The chances are the drawers are locked, but there could be something useful in the drawer you can reach and it’s much safer than the knife on the workbench.
You roll over on your side and notice the corners of the cabinet are pointed. Maybe you can use that to cut the ropes or the tape! You rub the top of the tape against the corner, hoping, praying that something will shift. Whoever this kidnapper is, they have done a good job. The tape is skintight with no slack anywhere. There is nothing for the corner of the cabinet to catch on to, not even a wrinkle. With the correct angle, with something pushing down between your wrists, you might be able to get somewhere, but hogtied, as you are, you can’t get that angle. And all this assumes the corner of the cabinet would be able to do the job.
You try to use the corner to slice through the rope hogtying you, but you quickly discover it is nowhere near sharp enough, so you turn to the bottom drawer. You know from experience that you won't be able to open the drawer with your taped hands, and the small brass handle is smooth with no corners or sharp edges, so you try to open it with your toes instead. On your back, to strain against your tight hogtie. You try with all your might. Your tied toes reach the bottom of the drawer, but you can stretch no higher. If only you could have reached it. Down but not out, you try another tactic.
You roll on your side. You can't see where the handle is any more, with your back to the cabinet, so you use your feet to feel for it. Your feet touch nothing for a while, then contact. You explore the wooden drawer with your soles. After three minutes of your feet feeling nothing but wood, you find the handle! You try to grip the handle with your tied big toes. They slide off, and now you've lost the handle.
You repeat the process, but this time, you manage to clutch the handle with your toes. You give it a gentle pull. Nothing. You give it a more powerful tug. The drawer opens a few millimetres and stops with a clunk. It was locked the whole time! You rage into your sweaty socks, ballgag and tape. Was that waste of time an error?
With no other options left, you head back to the workbench. It’s on the other side of the room, so it takes a while, but you make it. The knife is on the edge of the workbench. Your hogtie is tight, but there is enough slack to gently kick a leg of the workbench. Each small kick makes the knife move millimetres. It’s a long, drawn out process of kicking the leg, shuffling to see what direction the knife has moved in, and shuffling back, kicking the leg. After many tedious minutes, the knife is at the edge of the workbench. You shuffle under the workbench and give the leg a good kick. The knife falls off the edge to the floor! You’re finally getting somewhere!
Your first thought is the tape on your fingers. You try to use the blade to slice the tape, but the knife just moves across the floor when you try to use it. You use your tied feet and toes to manoeuvrer the knife so the blade is face up on the floor. You succeed. You try to spin round to give yourself a better angle, and as soon as you take your feet off the knife handle it rolls over, blade on the side. On your back, you angle yourself so the handle is facing away from you and the blade towards you. You roll the knife over with your tied toes, and hold it in position. Alas! You have the same problem as you did with the cabinet. You can’t safely get the knife in a position to cut the tape. It would have been hard enough if your feet and toes weren’t bound...
That’s it! You roll on your side, and use your feet to spin the knife around. You hold the knife on place with your taped hands and extremely carefully use the blade of the knife to cut the rope on your feet. You give yourself a headache from the concentration required. After what feels like an eternity, the last loop of rope on your feet is cut through.
Now your feet are untied, you try to kick out of your toe bondage. You try to kick your feet up and down alternately. The cuffs on your ankles and the ropes on your legs stop you from kicking enough to budge the string on your toes.
But you have bigger plans. Now your feet are free, you can use them to grip the knife properly. You again deem the tape on your fingers too dangerous, but that can wait. On your side, you hold the knife between your soles, with the blade pointing towards you. By moving your feet back and forth, you saw through the rope hogtying you. It doesn’t take long before this rope is sliced. You are now free from your hogtie!
You know exactly what you are going to do with this new found freedom. Using the wall, you manage to stand up. You take a minute to compose yourself and then hop to the cabinet. You look at the nail sticking out of the cabinet, and adjust your stance so your taped hands are at the same height as the nail. You turn around slowly. As your hands are handcuffed, there is enough slack to separate your wrists about half an inch, which is all the space you need to put the edge of the nail between your wrists and use it to pick at the tape on your hands. If your wrists were tied with anything other than cuffs, or your arms were tied to your body, you wouldn’t have the amount of slack required to do this, but it’s the kidnapper’s problem, not yours.
After ten solid minutes of picking at the tape, you create a small tear. That’s enough for your needs. You hop back over to the knife. You gingerly lower yourself to the ground. You get on sure side, in a similar position to the one you were in when you were hogtied. As before, you pick up the knife with your feet. This time though, you have more freedom, and a place to start cutting. You guide the knife into the tear in the tape you created with the nail, holding it in place with your feet. By moving your feet up and down, you slowly cut through the tape. It's hard work. As you cut further down, you can separate your hands more, giving you a place to cut the tape without cutting or stabbing yourself. You manage to cut two thirds of the tape on your hands, but you are disrupted by the sound of bolts sliding on the door! You have been too slow in untying yourself. In a panic, you drop the knife. The door opens.
In walks a large man, dressed casually in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. He is carrying a big bag. He looks at you.
“You did a lot better than most of the others manage!”
Others?