Writing Prompt: The Captor

“Get up. That’s right you, with the face. GET UP.” After the boot roughly hits your side you groggily wake up. You remember the bomb, yes the bomb you had to deactivate. That would be your top priority but your captor has a knife and your hands are bound. What do you do next?

“Get Up!” my captor yelled at me.  “That’s right, you, with the face!  GET UP!”

It was all groggy and confusing…but after a few minutes I remember what happened.  There was a bomb.  I managed to deactivate.  I was safe.  But where were the others? 

I looked around to discover that the masked captor took me to another room.  He had a knife and he tied my hands and feet.

The man really wasn’t very smart.  I noticed some scissors lying near me…as if he was giving me a way out.

I scooted over on my butt to retrieve the scissors.  When I managed to pick them up with my bound hands, I got the ties cut off just in time for captor to return.

He sat down next to me with the knife and glared at me.  I sat there pretending I was still tied up until the captor left.

Then I hightailed it out of the small dank room where my friends and family were waiting for me.  It was a prank for my 35^th birthday. 

As I hugged my parents and sister, we all enjoyed the drama of the birthday prank.