Project 3

<span style="font-size: 250%">Escape</span> In reading: //Escape// is a choose your own adventure type of piece, meaning you can go back and replay it as many times as you like but also that your choices matter heavily in where you will end up. This story is best when played in the Safari browser in order for all of its effects to work. //Escape// is also best read with your sound on and with headphones to be fully immersed into the story, and videos in the narrative are best played at 1.5x speed. Warnings: This piece contains potentially triggering sound effects and themes <hr> You don't entirely remember how you got here, just the link that popped up from an unknown number the other day. How were you stupid enough to [[click->2]] on that thing?

You decide to ignore the window out of fear that someone, specifically your captors, might see you trying to find a means of escape. Let alone that you're finally awake. You steer away from it, opting to follow along the wall and look for some kind of exit. Despite the moonlight giving part of the room a faint glow, its still majorally pitch black. You place a hand against the wall and slowly walk around the edge of the room, hoping to find a door somewhere. Once you reach a halfway point around the room, the wood of the floor bends to the curve of your foot, creaking loudly. You stop dead in your tracks, eyes wide. //Stay quiet. Stay quiet. Stay quiet.// The world goes silent as you wait. You don't move. You don't speak. At one point you even have to remind yourself to actually breathe. What you assume is downstairs, you hear faint footsteps. [[Stay where you are?->9B]] [[Escape through the window?->9C]]

You're frozen, pressed up against the wall as you hear a deep, male voice coming from downstairs. "Oh Jackie?" Its faint, but loud enough to know you've made the wrong choice. A chill goes down your spine, and beads of sweat begin antagonizingly dripping down your back despite the cold wind hitting you. You pause when your captor's footsteps stop. Eyes wide staring at the blank wall, feet cemented to the floor, hand still superglued to the wall. What if he's listening for your heartbeat, or just wants you to think he's coming to scare you? It can't be that bad. Right? You hear something click in the ceiling [[above you->10B]].

Once you hear footsteps, you know they're coming, however //they// are. No point in hiding now. Your foot lifts off the creaky board and it makes a moan of displeasure as you race for the window, footsteps thumping loudly against the old flooring. You faintly hear your capture's footsteps behind you growing louder as you reach the window. Your hands fumble, trying to lift it up or find someway to unlock it. There's nothing. "Jackie!" a male voice yells from down the hall. You feel sweat starting to build up against your back and forehead despite the cold air blowing at you as you look for someway to open the window. A tear falls down your cheek, leaving a warm streak down your face. //There's only one way out.// "Oh Jackie?" You back up a few steps, eyes trained on the glass. Your feet thunder against the floor as the door you were looking for earlier [[slams open->10C]].

You have to get yourself out of this. It's the only option. How do you even begin... [[Find a door?->12A]] [[Climb out the Window?->12B]]

As you pull out your phone, you notice the screen is broken, cracked all along the right side and bottom. It looked like it'd been dropped down a flight of concert stairs. Turning it on, you see the same familiar screensaver, your passcode is still the same. It's just what you see when you turn on the phone that's perplexing. </style> <img src=https://trenchreynolds.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/backpage.png?w=1280> </div> Backpage? It looks fine, like a normal website, like some wannabe Craiglist. Until you see "Adult". [[Continue->5]]

You shake your head, trying to ignore your conscience screaming andnclick off the web browsing app. You tuck your head between your knees, taking sharp and shaky breaths. //I'm going to die here...// You shake your head more and more as your conscience starts to beat against the inner walls of your brain, pushing you to stand, to move, to do something other than be in this room. You scan the homescreen of your phone. One bar, no wifi, 10% battery. Probably enough for one call? [[Call Mom->6A]] [[Call The Unknown Number->6B]] [[Call Police->6C]]

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You don't give the man any time to answer before you build up what little moisture is left in your mouth and aim it directly between where you figure his eyes are amidst the darkenss. A sharp burning sensation flood your cheek as the sound of a swift smack fills the empty air. "Little bitch," the man grunts as he stands, wiping off his face with his sleeve. He leans back down to you and picks you back up by the hair. you yelp as your scalp begins to burn and your headache decides to remind you of its presence. "How did you know my name?" you grunt out as you try to claw at his wrists. You hear a deep chuckle above you. "You're easy to follow." [[Ask more questions?->14D]]

"The one whose about to make a lot of money in this deal." The smell of rotten food fills your nostirls as his too warm breath hits and spreads across your face. "What deal?" you croak out again with a grimmace. A dark and hoarse chuckle errupts from the man's throat as he stands back up and grabs you by the hair, making you painfully aware of your headache and the burning sensation against your scalp. "The one where you sit pretty and do whatever the people who pay me for you say." [[Continue.->14E]]

[[Punch out the rest of the glass?->13C]] Don't use this in final piece for project, use it for a later date

[[Use the vines?->14B]] Don't use this in final piece for project, use it for a later date

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You contiune your assault on the man's wrists, trying to tear his hand away from your hair, but he doesn't show any acknowledgement towards you or the pain your in. "How did you even find me? Or send me that stupid link?" you growl at the man. "Do you ever shut up?" you hear him mutter as he yanks hard on your hair. You scream out in pain, further irritating your throat. Ignoring the fire in the scalp as best as you can, you manage to growl through gritted teeth, "Lucky for you, I don't." The fire builds as the man lifts you most of the way off the ground by your hair and shoves you against the wall, about a foot away from being able to stand. His hands move from your hair to your neck and stomach to hold you up as he cuts off your windpipe slowly. Your lungs starts to scream at your already enflamed throat as it scambles for some kind of air reserve you might've hidden from yourself. "You're making this very difficult... I can find anyone else your age and put them in a very similar situation to yours. I don't even need you alive," the man warns you. [[Kick him?->15E]]

Your veins flood with a cold sensation and despite the hand in your hair holding you up, your body wracks with an uncomfortable chill against your spine that feels particularly terrible when the top of your spine is being held at such an uncomfortably bent up angle. The phrase "pay me for you" plays on repeat in your head as you freeze, staring off into the distance, ignoring the aching pain in your head. He's selling you. You already knew something like this would happen from that stupid website... but the conformation... How the hell was he even able to send you that link... "H-how did you get my phone number?" you ask, barely above a whisper. "Are you gonna keep asking questions?" "This is the last one." "Not hard to buy it off people, 'specially when you keep it on your social media." You eyes go wide as you look down the hallway. //Someone sold him my phone number... someone I knew put me here...// [[Continue->15F]]

Lost in your own mind, the man pulls you into a lit up room and slams the door shut, cutting off all sight of the hallway, and your only way out. He drops you to the ground and walks away, leaving you to scramble back up into a sitting position. Looking around the room, you notice a few beds with grime and dirt covering them, looking pretty similar to what's on the walls around them. There's no other doors than the one you came in. The man walks back over to you, and the sound of metal jingling starts to fill your ears. Another flood of cold hits you as you start to realize what's going to happen. The man grabs your wrists before you have time to react and pulls you up to your feet, a sharp pain shooting through them from god knows how long without use. Cold metal hits your wrist, pinning you to the metal frame of the grimey bed. "Remember the deal, Jackie." [[Continue.->16C]]

[[Go Right->15B]] [[Go Left->15B]]

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[[Comply?->15D]]

The man's hand begins to squeeze tighter around your neck, closing off almost all of your hairway. Your breath might as well be a faint whistle by now. Energy leaks through your pours it feels like as your breathing supply gets shorter and shorter. As he clamps down harder, you try to rile up whatever energy you have left and practically flail your leg forwars towards the man's crotch to try and knock him off his balance. The hand holding onto your stomach leaves to catch your leg and stop you, causing the man to push all of the energy he's using the hold you up into your neck, cutting off your airways completely and sending your vision into total darkness. [[Continue->16~]]

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