Part 4:
I turned away from the equipment room and began jogging down the corridor. The sound of the stiletto clicking on the ground echoed around the walls. Occasionally my right foot slid outwards thanks to the black sock. I pressed myself against the wall to my right to help keep my balance against the slippery sock.
At the end of the corridor lay a junction. On the right was the changing rooms followed by a dead end. I considered the option of hiding inside the changing rooms. Perhaps she would walk right past them?
On the left lay a set of doors which lead into the main open area of the school. I decided to go left.
I ran towards the doors and pushed my weight up against them, forcing them open. I was partially shocked to find that they were in face open and that Lauren hadn't tricked me by locking them shut.
I ran into the open space and began considering my options. The wide open space had multiple corridors attached to it, leading to the different departments. I spun around and inspected the different corridors.
'Perhaps I could hide in the drama department? I could hide in the costume wardrobe?' I thought. 'But she might go there for some hunting equipment!' I realised. That ruled out the drama department.
'Maybe the art department... she might go there to stock up on duct tape'
'Or the maths department? There's not much to hide behind on those classrooms. Only desks...'
I knew I had to decide soon. I didn't know exactly how much time I had to find a hiding spot but I knew it wouldn't be long.
'I could hide in the Home Economics department. There's plenty of worktops to hide behind.' I thought. I turned and glanced down the PE hallway. There was no sign of Lauren but I knew she'd nearly be ready. Home Economics it was.
I began hobbling across the main area towards the Home Economics corridor. I threw my body at the double doors that lay at the entrance to the Home Economics hallway. Ahead of me lay 6 different classrooms. 3 on the left and 3 on the right. I decided the best idea would be to hide in one of the first class rooms closest to the entrance. I cautiously moved towards the class on my immediate right. The door was half open so I slid in through the gap.
Inside the classroom there was a teachers desk along with 5 cooking stations. I moved towards the station at the back of the class and crouched down. I knew if I was to successfully avoid Lauren I'd have to keep on the move. I'd have to wait until she moved further down the corridor then I could silently slip away to another hiding spot. I'd have to alternate hiding places.
I lowered myself down. I had to make sure that I remained on my feet, no matter how uncomfortable the heel-sock combination was on my feet. If I fell over then it would be game over. The tight straitjacket would make it absolutely impossible to get back onto my feet.
I glanced down at my arms as they sat crossed over my torso and aggressively duct taped and belted together. My socked hands dangled helplessly at my sides.
Suddenly the sound of a door opening echoed down the hallway. It was Lauren. She was now hunting me.
"Little pig, little pig!" her voice boomed down the hallway.
"I know you're in here. There's no use hiding!" she continued.
"Surrender yourself and I might go easy on you!"
I kept silent, sinking down lower behind the cooking station. I leaned to the side and peeked towards the doorway of the classroom.
"Very well. The hard way it is." Lauren smirked. Her footsteps began to slowly advance down the hallway.
I hoped that she'd pass by the classroom.
Slowly she approached the classroom door. I could tell she was right outside. I leaned back in, completely behind the worktop.
Her slow footsteps changed as she moved into the doorway onto the carpeted floor of the classroom. The footsteps stopped. She was now standing in the door way. I froze still. My legs were shaking in agony from the crouched posture I was holding.
Lauren remained in the doorway as her eyes scanned around the classroom. There was an eerie silence. There was only the jangling sound of Lauren's outfit.
"Hmmmm" Lauren quizzed. I heard her boot scuff on the carpet as she swiveled to face back into the hallway.
'Am I safe? Will she move further down the hallway?' I thought to myself. I slowly raised my head to glance over the desk at her. I caught sight of the back of her as she stood in the doorway of the classroom directly parallel.
I could see that she was now wearing a black leather jacket along with black legging which disappeared into a pair of chunky black boots. her hair was now pulled back tight into a pony tail as if to show she now meant business. She wore a black satchel bag slung over her shoulder and dangling by her side.
She finished inspecting the adjacent room and began to turn around. I quickly ducked back down. The sound of her chunky black boots squeaking moved down the hallway. I listened carefully to track her movements. The footsteps bypassed the middle classrooms and went strait to the end of the corridor. She entered one of the classes at the end of the hallway.
'This is my chance to move!' I thought. I leaned back against the classroom wall and pressed myself back upright. I began carefully moving towards the classroom door, listening intently for any signs of Lauren returning.
'So far, so good' I thought. The carpeted classroom concealed the sounds of the stiletto and gave enough friction that the fuzzy sock wouldn't slide.
I got to the doorway and leaned out to peek down the corridor to check Lauren was still inside the classroom at the end. She was. I breathed a sight of relief into the pink stress ball inside my mouth.
I knew I'd have to tread lightly to avoid making any noise with the stiletto. I raised up my socked foot first and began moving it into the hallway.
My foot slowly moved forwards. Suddenly I felt something grab onto my shin. I gasped and glanced down. Looking down over my straitjacket-ed arms I could see the glimmer of clear tape stretching across the bottom of the doorway, about a foot off the ground.
My shin had made contact with the tape and before I could draw my leg back I began to fall forwards. The clear tape across the doorway had tripped me.
I fell towards the floor attempting to throw my arms out to break the fall but unfortunately the shiny black straitjacket kept my arms tightly secured to my body. I managed to fall onto my arms rather than my face, landing me in a plank-esque position. The softness of the jacket managed to mute the fall for the most part however as I crashed to the floor I moaned hard into the gag at the shock.
"MMMRRRGPHHHH" I exhaled through my nose. I froze for a second expecting the loud thud of Lauren speeding down the hallway towards me. There was nothing. 'Maybe she never hear me?!' I thought.
I knew I had to get back onto my feet. I glanced ahead into the classroom adjacent.
'If I could slide myself in there I could get out off the hallway and buy me some time to stand back up!' I plotted.
I slowly lowered my legs to the ground and began pushing myself forwards. The clear tape was still stuck onto my right leg.
I yanked my leg forwards in order to get the tape off.
That was a mistake.
The tape had wrapped itself around my ankle. Yanking at it only pulled the tape off the wall. Suddenly there was a massive crashing sound. I slowly turned around to look back at my foot only to see the cause of that loud crashing sound.
Attached to the clear tape was a tambourine. It had been taped against until I yanked at the tape with my foot.
The tape wasn't just there to trip me up. It was there to alert Lauren. She had cleverly booby trapped the doorway and I had literally walked right into it.
"MMMMPHHHH!!" I gasped as I began wriggling furiously. I had to get back to my feet NOW!
"Well looky what we have here!" Lauren's voice chuckled. I turned to see her walking slowly down the corridor towards me. Her face wore a huge grin. Her boots squeaked as she dragged the soles cross the floor.
She stopped right next to me and raised her arm, rolling her sleeve back to reveal her watch.
"Mmmm mmmm" she shook her head.
"You only lasted 7 minutes. I'm really disappointed in you." she slid her sleeve back over her wrist and placed her hands on her hips. Her face showed mock disappointment.
"Did you like my booby-trap? I seen these in the music department and figured they'd come in handy!" she pointed to the classroom doorways indicating several similar booby traps using different instruments.
"I really didn't think they'd work. I thought you'd be smarter than that. Then again, you are tied up in a straitjacket and gagged with a pink stress ball. I don't think smart people let that happen to them." she shook her head.
"Mmmrrpghhh" I sighed as I lay on my stomach gazing up at her as she towered over me.
"Well. Now that I've successfully hunted you down and capture you I suppose it's time to take you back to my lair! I've got a few things planned." she exhaled as she reached rummaged around in her satchel. She pulled out a pink knitted wooly headband and stretched it out in her hands.
I looked up at her confused as she examined the pink headband.
She knelt down and began stretching it over my forehead.
"A little something for the journey to my lair. Can't have my prey knowing where my lair is!" she continued sliding the headband down so that it was now covering my eyes. The knitted material was stretched so there were gaps in the blindfold however it was tight over my eyes making it difficult to open them.
"Mmmrrphh" I groaned. 'How was I supposed to walk anywhere without being able to see?' I thought.
I felt her hands grasp my ankles and pull them together. She began winding a rope around my ankles. She wound quite aggressively, occasionally yanking hard to ensure my ankles were as tight together as they could be.
After several winds she began knotting the rope, binding my ankles harshly together.
Once finished tying she grabbed a second length of rope and tied it onto my ankle tie. Suddenly I felt her boot dig under my arms and flip me so that I was now lying on my back.
She began tugging on the rope, dragging me along the floor on my back. I peered through the gaps in the pink headband. Through my tied ankles I could see Lauren's back with the rope slung over her shoulder as she dragged me along.
"Let's go hang out!" she cheered.
To be continued...
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I haven't really been in the mood to write. And I didn't want to write just for the sake of it