Jason was in a chair, hands tied behind his back crudely by someone who probably never got his merit badge. My captors have seriously underestimated me, Jason thought to himself, as he loosened the rope and waited for the right moment to act.

“You have to let me out right now!” Jason screamed. “I have to go to the bathroom, damn it! Do you want me to wet my pants!?”

Marcos said, “Take him to the bathroom. Once he’s done put a damn gag in his mouth, Victor. I’m getting a headache.”

The door opened, Victor smiling like an idiot. “Hey, there Jack,” Victor mocked. “Did you wet your wittle pants?”

When Victor crouched down to untie him, Jason moved quickly. He kicked his captor as hard as he could in the balls and jumped on his back to put him in a choke hold. Victor struggled and stumbled around the room, trying to buck Jason, who choked him unconscious relying more on luck than expertise.

Jason grabbed his phone. “Chloe, this is Jack. I’ve been taken hostage! I’m trying to escape, but I need your help!”