``Friends''

Jill pounded away at the door. Bam! Bam! Bam! But there was no response. Why would there be? Wasn't it the only entrance to the room that she had unwittingly entered as part of a ``prank'' that her ``friends'' had got her involved with?

She leant on the door and slid down, dejected but still mentally alert. She wasn't about to give up -- there was no reason to. She surveyed her surroundings.

It was clear that the room had been meticulously prepared. Cold grey concrete all around, bare, a single small cross-barred reinforced glass window set high in the wall was the only source of illumination. In one corner, a metal framed single bed with a foam mattress on top with no sheets. In the opposite corner, a hybrid stainless steel latrine sink, welded into the ground, with a single roll of toilet paper sitting on top.

Her top had been brutally ripped off, exposing her naked breasts. There were a few bruises here and there from the struggle that she had tried to put up, but being over-powered by that many ``friends'', there was little that she could do. It was of little comfort that she was still in her jeans. Her phone had been removed from her, and her high heeled shoes were forcibly removed as well when she was thrashing about.

Then she remembered.

In one of the long side pockets of her jeans were a torsion wrench and a pick. She had been to the maker's fairre just the day before in the same pair of jeans, and didn't send it for washing yet. Her hopes up, she quickly turned about to re-examine the door.

It was a heavy wooden door with a brass door knob that had a key hole in it. It was clear that it was meant to be locked from the outside because of the key hole. But the locking mechanism was designed for internal doors only -- there were no other indications on the key hole that it was ever meant to be installed on the main door.

Jill felt her hopes rising. She removed the torsion wrench and pick from her pocket and slowly slid both of them into the lock. It would take a while, but she knew that she had learnt something from the fairre.

She was definitely not about to find out what that bed was for, nor what her ``friends'' had in store for her.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 08-Jan-2014 22:51:03)