Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Dec 04, 2011 4:19 pm
I kicked my bound feet, yelling into my gag hoping to attract attention as I lay inside the dark trunk. Little sound came out as the socks jammed in my mouth and layers of duct tape kept me silent. The padded trunk kept my kicking from making much noise. I didn't even have shoes on, or any clothes for that matter besides a pair of black soccer socks that went up to my knees and those red boxer briefs.
I lay trying to escape to no avail. Luke's tying was too strong. So I waited for a while, dozing off in the process. I awoke to the trunk opening, bright sunshine pouring in. I blinked a bit unable to see as I felt myself being picked up from the trunk and slung over the mans muscular shoulder.
I heard him say, "Welcome to your new home." As I looked around I noticed a large gated fence, trees and the dense Wisconsin forest secluding the large house. I was carried in and taken down a flight of stairs, where a large steel basement door was unlocked and opened.
I looked and screamed into my gag thrashing at the site of the cellar. No windows, rooms made to look like jail cells, torture devices, and chains hanging from walls as far as the eyes could see. The man quickly subdued my efforts and took me to a chain hanging from a wall, immediately locking my bound feet to the chain.
"So you want to escape huh?" I'll show you why you should obey orders."
I now worried felt the chain rise as the man pulled a lever. I looked up in horror at all the places the chain could take me. I hung upside down, arms remaining secured at my sides, as the chain took me and dropped me into a large glass box which upon the chains exit had a top which fell locking me in place. The box had glass nearly a foot thick. The Only holes were small and at the very top. I lay defeated on top of another set of holes.
I heard the man speak through a microphone type device that allowed him to talk with me through the box.
"You try to escape in this house, you go through a small test. This is only a level 3 test. You see this box will fill with water over the next 2 hours. You have 2 hours to escape and pull the small lever at the top otherwise the box will fill completely up with water drowning you. Your on camera also so no cheating, everything must be untied or the lever wont work. Haha good luck"
This nutcase wasn't joking, I felt water come out from underneath me covering the surface below me. I quickly got to work on the bonds Luke had tied me with. I managed to sit up as the water filled. I sat using the water to my advantage, loosening the duct tape that held my bonds. The socks taped over my hands were killer though. Soon the water was up to my waist sitting down. I had loosened the taped around my mouth, spitting out the socks. I looked out and the man just sat watching, enjoying my distresss.
I used my newfound freedom to bite and gnaw at the bindings around my ankles.
"30 minutes in, let's up the ante!" The voice said, as water began showering over me coming in through the top. I had to going underwater in an effort to loosen my feet. Finally as the water rose to my shoulders I slipped one foot out of my sock and kicked away. Releasing the rope from my feet except for part of it that clung to my still socked foot. I managed to stand in the 8 foot tall box as the water raised.
Soon the water was up to my neck creeping up to the tape hanging around my neck. I desparately tried to get my hands free. It was futile. The water had reached my mouth... I was going to die. I couldn't swim with my arms behind me. I went underwater trying to get my arms in front of me... "Keep calm I thought to myself." I slipped my arms under my sock less left leg, but my right wouldnt let it through. I pushed until it went in front of my legs. I went up gasping for air as the water kept showering down. On the plus side I could tred water. The glass cube was only 8x4x4 so I didn't have much room. I gnawed at the ropes. The tube socks covering my hands.
As my head reached the top of the glass cube. Success! I slipped my hand out of a sock I gnawed through. The rope came off and I got both hands free. I swam down and pulled the lever.... Nothing. I swam back up for air. To none.
"The rope around your left ankle and tape around your neck. No more air for you." The voice said as I heard hysterical laughing. I held my breathe. Getting the knot untied, and getting the tape off from around my neck.i began to go blue. I swam down to the lever and tried to push. No strength. But I got it pushed down.
I felt water pour into my lungs, white spots filled my eyes. But the water drained, and I lay on the bottom of the wet cube, drenched, coughing, tired, and sore, as I coughed the water from my system.
The voice said. "Well you showed guts kid. You don't die today. I reckon unless you want a higher level death challenge to follow orders."
I looked up angerly, but nodded. "There is a chain coming down, with a pair of handcuffs, leg irons, and ball gag. Put all of them on or this cube gets filled with acid."
I saw the top of the cube open. I didn't doubt him and did as I was told, putting on the other wet sock in the process. I was lifted out of the cube by the lock and chain. And was carried to the other side of the room, where the man now in all black and a ski mask, took me off, opened a steel door labeled "Cell C." and chained my handcuffed hands to an iron bar on a wall, but allowing me to lay down on a make shift cot.
"This is a soundproof room. He said putting a combo lock on my chain. Then did the same to my ankles. "You don't need a gag. Plus you can talk to your cell mate." He said pointing across the room.
The room was 15 feet high, 6 feet wide, 6 feet long, and two cots on either side of the room with little space in between. A single lightbulb way up in the ceiling lit the room. One white pillow. One white blanket. Small toilet under each cot. Cement grey walls. "Oh by the way, your #8." He said holding my head down. Carving an 8 into my forehead as a writhed in agony, he was too powerful.
He removed my gag, and left locking the steel door behind him. I looked over at a boy my age. Wearing a white t-shirt, and black athletic shorts he was chained like me and looked over. He had a large "3" carved into his forehead.
"Oh no, your new and he made you go through a #3 challenge?" He asked.
"Yeh" I said.
"Well look, just listen to the guy, stay out of trouble. We will be able to get out eventually if we stay loyal to him, I'm Connor. That guys installing microphones in here soon. So be careful what you say."
After talking to Connor he was 16, kidnapped 8 months ago. He was the guys 2nd victim and had been through one death challenge. He had been here the longest of 7 people in 4 cells. #1 was killed in a level 7 challenge after trying to escape. Connor was trusted enough to attend school, and have a limited social life, but was forced to have a tracking device, microphone, and electrical wire on him on case he tried to squeal. Also he could have limited contact with old friends/family. If he was faithful for 2 years he could be freed.
I was stunned. 3 months until I was eligible just to leave this cellar. Connor had blonde hair, my height, blue eyes, and average build. He was from Minnesota and couldn't wait to see his family again.
"There's just no way to escape. Plus if you get to know the guy he just wants to be a parent. And he is letting us go. He doesn't hurt you if your obedient." Connor sounded crazy, but he had a point. I can get out of here alive. I hope.