My Mafia Man - 9 The plan

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I can’t say how long has passed since I’ve been locked in here, it may be days or weeks. I wonder what’s going to happen to me, if the phones not there who knows what they’ll do to me. Then again I don’t really have that high of a chance of surviving this, he said I’d live but I have no reason to believe his words. These thoughts constantly raddled around in my head every passing moment I was in here, every now and then a man would come in with food. He would put a tray of fast food down on the table and leave, when he brought in new food he would take the old tray out. It was always the same man and no matter what I said he wouldn’t even glance at me, he would just drop the tray take the old and then leave.

I can’t take this anymore, its time to escape. I don’t have much stuff in this room that I can use to escape, but I have a blanket I can use to blind him and if I can some how brake the toilet seat from the bathroom I can get a sharp blade from it. I barely ever hear noise coming from outside the room, if I just keep banging it down against the bottom part it should at least crack then I can pull it apart. I waited until he delivered and took one of the trays then started banging, once I did it took no time at all to crack thankfully. Once that happened I pulled as hard as I could to break it apart and wrapped the broken sharp park in toilet paper so I could hold it safely. Now all I need to do is wait for him to come for the next meal and then I ambush [email protected]@