Jail Break · Part 1

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As I opened the door and stepped into the house my head exploded and darkness engulfed me. Later, I don't know how much later the blackness slowly, ever so slowly became a hazy gray and as if from far away I heard muted voices. The throbbing in my skull made it extremely hard for me to concentrate on what was being said but I tried. With great difficulty I managed to somehow tone down the pounding in my head and the ringing in my ears. At first the words made no sense but slowly what at first had sounded as if a hundred voices were all talking at once they gradually solidified into perhaps three individuals. As their words began to make sense and despite the fear clutching at my heart as concerned my own safety my thoughts flew to my wife. Where was she? Had these persons done to her the same that they had done to me? God I hoped not.

Suddenly powerful fingers gripped my chin forcing my aching head up and back. As my head rose and I starred through blurry eyes at the face before me then and only then did I realize that I had been tied to a chair. As I looked stupidly at and tried to bring into focus the dark face before me he spit welcome back mother fucker a millisecond before his fingers contemptuously released me. The push to my head was so hard that I tittered for a second and then as if in slow motion I fell over backwards. As my head hit the hard wood floor and darkness again closed in about me a gravely voice snickered how dah honky mother fucker gonna see his woman pleasuring us you go knocking his ass out all dah time.

When next I awoke I thought I had gone blind, but then through the murky inkiness I began to make out my surroundings. A strangled giggle that was a mixture of relief and pain echoed hollowly through the dinning room. Quiet, I had to be quiet I silently admonished. I couldn't risk discovery and the chance that I would again be knocked senseless. Neither my skull or brain could take another walloping like they had without serious and possibly permanent damage being inflicted. I had to assume that whoever the men were that had been in Regina's and my home earlier were still here until I could prove otherwise.

An involuntary gasp ripped from my throat as I turned my head. The gasp had not been because of the pain even though a lightening bold had exploded in my skull when I moved. No it had been one more of discovery then pain. Discovery that across the table from me with his arms crossed atop the table and his head resting upon them sat one of the men.

If one of them was still here then in all probability the others were too. How many others? Two, three, yes definitely two others because that was how many voices I'd heard before darkness had closed about me. More importantly then their number though was who the hell were they and what the hell did they want. No sooner had I asked myself those questions then the memory of a snickering voice from heaven only knows how many hours earlier came to me. Oh my god Regina. The son of a bitches hadn't knocked her senseless and tied her to a chair like they had me they had…. they had…. Oh God no please nooooo.

I had to get free, I had to. But how? Calm John. Stay calm and access the situation. Your tied to a chair stupid. Ok no problem. All I have to do is somehow quietly make it from the dinning room into the kitchen and then once there all I had to do was locate one of my wife's many carving knifes and cut myself free. Just two nearly impossible and improbable task. No, better make that four nearly insurmountable task because if by some miracle I could cut myself free I still had to locate Gin and then after that make it out of the house without the assholes being any the wiser.

OK. Slow real slow. Lean forward, thats it, thats it. Now make like a duck and before you know it you'll be in the kitchen. In the long agonizing moments that followed I moved a foot, then another and then two more. I wish I knew what time it was so I'd know how long I had to complete the almost impossible task I had set I silently muttered to myself. Suddenly and as if in answer to my quandary just as I was framed in the doorway that looked out into the living room the antique Grandfather clock chimed twice. Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement and like a deer caught in the spotlight of a poacher I froze.

After several long agonizing minutes and with my already aching joints cramping even more because of my duck like position I ever so slowly eased the chair to the floor As I sat there frozen my mind did a little math problem. 5:30 to 2:00. Thats what God damn it nine, ten hours? No you stupid shit it's only eight and a half hours I admonished. Only…. my mind giggled almost nonsensically…. only eight and a half hours. Shit the world could have ended in that length time and I wouldn't of been none the wiser what with being unconscious the whole time.

When after several ragged breaths no alarm was raised I slowly ever so slowly turned my head and stared into the deep shadows of the living room. At first I couldn't see anything then in the darkness I made out three, no four darker blobs amongst the outlines of furniture. God damn it there were five of the sons of bitches. Oh well at least they were all asleep and if I was quiet they'd never know what I was doing. As I waddled forward a foot the thought struck me that perhaps my earlier fear that at least one of them had taken liberties with my wife had been purely speculative. Assumptive.

Who in their right mind though could blame me for jumping to such a conclusion. After all these men who held us prisoner and whose motives I wasn't aware of were nothing like the two highly educated negro's I had working at my bank. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist though to know that the men that had knocked me senseless and who had tied me to this chair were evidently hardened criminals. So it was completely understandable why having just recovered conscious and having recalled the gloating remark as well as my beautiful young wife's conspicuous absence I had thought as I had.

Suddenly a thought struck me and as it did relief washed over me. These hardened miscreants had no intention of willfully harming either myself or my wife they were simply holding us incommunicado because they intended to rob the bank first thing in the morning. Granted they had knocked me out when I had walked through my front door. If one thought logically about it though the action could be construed as a means to prevent me from raising an alarm. As for the second time, well that could have been a fluke. An unforeseen accident when I had been contemptuously shoved. As for my wife not being by my side when I awoke well that could be their way of making sure I did nothing to jeopardize their plans.

Well no matter what their plans for us, come dawn, or hopefully a lot sooner, my wife and I would be gone and they'd have the house to themselves. Just as I again leaned forward and like a duck took a waddling precarious step toward the kitchen I heard noises coming from our bedroom. Well at least I knew where my wife was even though from the sounds of it she was having one hell of a nightmare.

Hell who can blame her what with five strange men in our home and her husband knocked senseless. But why the fuck hadn't she checked on me. Whoa mother fucker. How would you know if she had or hadn't checked on you what with being dead to the world for over eight hours. Your pissing and moaning about a lousy eight plus hours when you should be asking yourself how long has your wife's been alone with the assholes. Hell, for all you know the sons of bitches could have broken in minutes after you had left for work. Highly unlikely but still not a thought to dismiss lightly

If such were the case though I doubted seriously if it were that would mean your lousy eight hours is only a drop in the bucket to the possible seventeen plus hours she's had to endure the mother fuckers. So yea she was entitled to a nightmare, and who knows maybe she'll awake from it and with everybody dead to the world she'll rescue me. That'd be something, my petit little Regina rescuing her big strong protector. Well who gives a fuck who rescues who as long as the both of us are out of the house and away from these bastards who tried to do brain surgery on me with a blunt instrument.

As I waited for my wife to appear I hardly dare breath for fear I might not hear her soft footsteps or faint inquiry as to my well being. But she didn't appear and other then the sounds coming from the bedroom the rest of the house was silent. Once more leaning forward and making like a duck I slowly waddled a few more feet toward the kitchen. Just as I was at the entrance to the kitchen the man that was at the table, supposedly to guard me I presumed, lifted his head and twisted it about as if assuring himself that I was were I was supposed to be.

Damn, damn, damn. Ten feet from freedom and caught. But then with a big yawn the asshole once more folded his arms and lowered his head to the table. Throwing caution to the wind and giving little thought about the noise I might be making I waddled into the kitchen. Twice I fell and only by absorbing the fall with my shoulder instead of my face was I able to keep going. What seemed like an eternity later and after chipping a tooth on the drawer handle I was in position of a knife.

A good hour and a half later and with my hands, wrist and forearms looking as if I had fended of an attack from a knife welding manic I finally rose from the chair. Free, free at last. Thank God Almighty I'm free at last. My legs felt as if they were made of rubber after my long hours in the chair so I had to lean heavily against the counter to keep from falling. As I rubbed circulation back into my legs the clock chimed 4:30. Move you dumb ass you don't have a whole hell of a lot of time left. Pushing myself away from the counter I took a shaky step then three more, but then I stopped and turned back.

Bending down I picked up the knife I had carelessly discarded after having performed surgery. I might need it. After all maybe the reason she hadn't awaken from her nightmare and rescued me was because they had tied her to the bed. Better they tie her to the bed I reasoned then to put up with a hysterical woman for God only knows how long. As I took another step a thought lanced into my brain making me stagger. Perhaps when they had knocked me out she had tried to get to me or perhaps on seeing my plight she had tried to escape and the bastards had beaten her.

If such were the case that more then even the scariest of nightmares would explain the oddly discordant and nasally grunts on top of the warbling drawn out moans I'd heard. Hefting the knife I silently vowed that if they'd harmed one hair on her head they would pay dearly I made my way from the kitchen and into the dinning room. I didn't have any delusions that the knife would do me any good against the five of them but that wasn't why I carried it. Freedom, freedom for my wife just as it had been for me, that was the reason. Slowly, carefully I edged my way along the wall so as not to trip over something and alert our captures as to my intentions.

Just as I had edged around the door frame and entered the living room light spilled out of the hallway leading to our bedroom. My heart leaped with joy, my wife was coming to me. She wasn't tied to the bed as I had feared after all. But several heart beats later instead of my petit wife appearing an ungodly large dark blob followed closely by another of nearly equal proportion stepped from the hallway. Had her nightmare woke them and unable to drop back off to sleep they had decided to check on her. If they had then in all probability they would check on me too and when they discovered I wasn't where I was supposed to be all hell would break loose.

Holding my breath I watched the two dark blobs. Unconsciously the knife in my hand shifted as together with preparing to make a mad dash for the bedroom and my wife I steeled myself to strike at whichever of them tried to stop me. But instead of their turning toward the dining room to check on me as I had suspected they would do, they instead stepped deeper into the living room. Ok no sweat ol' bean, just take it easy and let them get settled back in. It doesn't get light till around 6:30 or so so you can afford to wait them out. In all probability by the time the clock strikes 5:00 they'd be sound asleep again.

Even if in the worse case scenario it took them till 5:30 to fall asleep it still gave me about an hour to free her and get us out of the house. Yea plenty of time to make our escape and after we were away I'd make a quick call to the cops as payment for the way they had treated us. I just prayed the sons of bitches would sleep like babies until the cops broke down the door. All their carefully laid plans would go the way of the Dodo bird after being startled awake and looking into the barrels of a hundred cops guns. Even as my questions and well thought out plans rolled through my brain the nagging concern of why had they left the bedroom light on nagged at me.

To my surprise and dismay instead of the two indistinguishable blobs falling into chairs and dropping back off to sleep they instead moved amongst our furniture. As I watched horrified four grumbling blobs rose wraith like from where they had been laying. Wait a minute, two coming from having checked on my wife rousing four others. How was that possible? I had spotted only four men when for long minutes I earlier had starred into the darkness of my living room. Oh God, oh God oh God there weren't five of them there were seven! I had missed counting two of them because…. because…. because….

Even as the obvious came to me the two men's muted chuckling voices confirmed my worse fears. The noises I had heard coming from our bedroom had not been because my wife was having a nightmare or as I had feared because of pain. Oh God please, please tell me that the warbling moans and discordant muted ramblings I'd heard were not because the two men had been venting their lust upon her petit girl like body. Please God please tell me that what the monster is snickering to the others is n

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