Terror in the streets
"I don't understand!" I cried. "Why are you doing this?!"
"Because you will never understand, Janie," Chase retorted with a snarl. "You've always played it safe... and now? You'll pay." With that, he swung the cell door shut with a loud BANG and stormed out of the basement.
I looked around, trying to see if I could find a out. Pitch surrounded me in this dank, foul-smelling place. I tried to remember how and why I was thrown into this place, but my mind kept drawing blanks. Yanking on the chains around my wrists, I found they were loose enough for me to slide my wrists out. Slowly, I made it to the door that was slammed so hard it was slightly open. I teased the door open, ensuring the metal didn't creak during my escape.
With my wrists in balls, I climbed to what would hopefully be my freedom.