I knew I had to get out of there and fast. But, escape seemed futile. Especially with that other guy around.  My eyes lingered upon the clock in all it's wooden and ticking glory, maybe time was the key. Perhaps if I could time my actions perfectly, swing and then hopefully achieve a knock out. Maybe, just maybe I could escape from this hell hole and back to reality. Back to the arms of my sweet Jung Min. 

 

 Slowly, I began to sit. I bit my lip in order to stop from crying out in pain that would cause  more attention to myself. And that is not what I'd want not right now. Every part of my body throbbed and ached from the wounds new and old that dug into the fibre of my being causing utterly brutal stabs towards every cut, bruise and scab.

 

 My slender fingers reached as high as they could, settling themselves among the wood underneath the desired object that would help me escape. Using the table I pulled myself unsteadily to my feet, hissing in pain as it was growing even worse now. I quickly used the my fingers to envelope the ticking object slowly dragging it off the table in front of me and closer to my own body.

 

 I shifted my feet against the dusty floor, holding the heavy clock to my stomach tightly as I waddled towards the door, stumbling with the weight of the clock as I waited. I needed movement, I needed life. I needed…. Footsteps! YES! He was coming…..

 

 I leaned closer to the door shifting the clocks weight from me stomach up into my arms, as the footsteps drew closer. Closer. Closer. 'Come on already', I thought hurriedly, anxious for the arrival.

 

A small key fitted into the lock with a small click as the following larger click assured me that the lock was now off. I hurled the clock above my head, as a familiar figure peered into the room, tray in hand.

 

 I swung, using the entire weight of the clock I swung, connecting slightly with his head. Although I felt bad I knew I had to run, yet I stay frozen as he continues forward unfazed by my attack. He placed the tray where the clock once laid and he turned, those eyes. His brown orbs filled with brutality but also gentleness gazed at me for a moment before he continued forward.

 

 The second my body finally came to react, the second I was out of his trance I head an all too familiar click.

 

I had missed my chance, again.  I slid down the wall, clock in hand as hot, damp tears streamed down my face. I was trapped here. And who knew for how long I would be.

 

I knew I had to get out of there and fast. But, escape seemed futile. Especially with that other guy around.  My eyes lingered upon the clock in all it's wooden and ticking glory, maybe time was the key. Perhaps if I could time my actions perfectly, swing and then hopefully achieve a knock out. Maybe, just maybe I could escape from this hell hole and back to reality. Back to the arms of my sweet Jung Min. 

 

 Slowly, I began to sit. I bit my lip in order to stop from crying out in pain that would cause  more attention to myself. And that is not what I'd want not right now. Every part of my body throbbed and ached from the wounds new and old that dug into the fibre of my being causing utterly brutal stabs towards every cut, bruise and scab.

 

My slender fingers reached as high as they could, settling themselves among the wood underneath the desired object that would help me escape. Using the table I pulled myself unsteadily to my feet, hissing in pain as it was growing even worse now. I quickly used the my fingers to envelope the ticking object slowly dragging it off the table in front of me and closer to my own body.

 

 I shifted my feet against the dusty floor, holding the heavy clock to my stomach tightly as I waddled towards the door, stumbling with the weight of the clock as I waited. I needed movement, I needed life. I needed…. Footsteps! YES! He was coming…..

 

 I leaned closer to the door shifting the clocks weight from me stomach up into my arms, as the footsteps drew closer. Closer. Closer. 'Come on already', I thought hurriedly, anxious for the arrival.

 

 A small key fitted into the lock with a small click as the following larger click assured me that the lock was now off. I hurled the clock above my head, as a familiar figure peered into the room, tray in hand.

 

  I swung, using the entire weight of the clock I swung, connecting slightly with his head. Although I felt bad I knew I had to run, yet I stay frozen as he continues forward unfazed by my attack. He placed the tray where the clock once laid and he turned, those eyes. His brown orbs filled with brutality but also gentleness gazed at me for a moment before he continued forward.

 

 The second my body finally came to react, the second I was out of his trance I head an all too familiar click.

 

 I had missed my chance, again.  I slid down the wall, clock in hand as hot, damp tears streamed down my face. I was trapped here. And who knew for how long I would be.