It takes all your willpower just to move.
You don’t know how long you’ve been here in the back of this van, and you’re too tired to even sit up and see where you are through the front window.
At least your kidnappers are quiet.
It’s just you and the rhythm of the highway driving off somewhere into the night.
After what feels like hours—and maybeishours, the van finally slows as your kidnappers take a sharp turn.
Then another.
You’re still too exhausted to get up, but you swear you hear gravel crunch under the wheels.
Then it rolls to an abrupt halt.
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You’re exhausted. So exhausted you can barely move.
It’s dark, and you’ve been stuck in the back of this van for who-knows-how long. You’re hungry, thirsty, and you kinda have to pee.
You don’t even know if this is the final stop, or if your kidnappers are just pulling over to get gas, but you know this is probably your best chance to escape.
Figuring you’d better take the opportunity while you can, you…remember that the doors are locked and you have no way to get out.
Right.
Wait!
That’s not quite true.
Because as you lay there in your exhaustion, something kept jabbing your thigh with every rut in the road.
That’s right!
The sword! The tiny, tiny, but very sharp sword. (Fortunately, still in its equally tiny sheath.)
You use the last of your energy to pull it from your pocket, gripping the tiny hilt tightly as you crawl to the door.
Maybe if you were an ‘80s action movie hero, you could use that blade to weasel the door open.
Somehow.
Well, you’re decidedlynotan ‘80s action hero, but you figure you at least might as well try.
As soon as your kidnappers have both exited the van, slamming their doors behind them, you ready your attack, working the tiny sword quickly against the edge of the door.
And…nothing happens.
You groan, trying again.
If only you could make the sword grow bigger.
Then maybe you’d accomplish something, but this is like trying to pry your way out with a letter opener.
