I, probably like many before me, once dreamed that something unexpected would happen to me that many would define as unfortunate. That is, until it actually happened.

Around 11:00, I was sleeping on my bed as usual. I woke up, but for some reason my bed was a lot colder than usual, and I don’t remember falling asleep sitting up. When my eyes adjusted, I soon realized that this is most definitely not my bed. Instead of a nice warm pillow with cozy blankets, I was sitting on a bare concrete floor propped up on a concrete pillar.

It looked like somebody had placed me in a one floor parking garage that somebody turned into a junkyard. I tried standing up but ended up looking at the beautiful greyish white color of concrete. Thus, I deducted that my legs were tied and my arms too when I tried getting back up. The door centered at the wall in front of me opened and two people walked in.

“What do we have here… ,” said the big brutish looking guy

“they said that they would bring two young and healthy ones,” Said the tall skinny woman dressed in black with ten times more than the necessary amount of lipstick on.

“well it certainly looks that way for this one,” the brutish one replied kicking my head so hard that I slid back into the pillar. 

“But this other one…is a girl?!”

“IT SEEMS like they have TRICKED us,” the brutish one was clearly suppressing the urge to rage.

“now now grad, she’s plenty developed for... other purposes... ,” assured the woman. 

“You’re right Samantha, hehe, that way we’ll get even more money,” grinned grad. 

(Ah, so that’s the kind of people these guys are) At this point, the fate of me and this girl was apparent.

But I wasn’t going to give up that easily, especially because I happened to see a window to my right and a box knife within the rubble. The only problem was escaping without getting caught until were at a safe distance, let alone the fact that its two people doing so.

The girl seemed to still be asleep, which complicated things cause she’d be sure to make a sound if I tried to wake her. Fortunately though, they left the room for now, but not knowing when they’d come back wasn’t exactly reassuring.

The “plan” was complete, the hard part was just to execute it. There was no time for dilly dally and seeing if they go out with a more obvious schedule won't work because they might take us away when they come back.

I quite literally wormed my way over to the box knife while mentally crossing my fingers. It was quite difficult to get the box knife into my hand let alone cut the rope binding my wrists to my body and I had a lot of scratches on my wrist after that.

It was much easier to cut the rope binding my legs and now it was time for the girl. I cut the ropes gently as to not wake her.

I collected the ropes and tied them around our waists tightly as to keep her from falling. That's when I heard the footsteps coming from outside the door.

 "That's my cue to leave," I thought as I ran to the window, which was luckily at ground level.