Great title for that, Sail!

I'm trying to figure how to drabble the interesting point that "am scapat" means "I escaped" in Romanian, but if you make it reflexive ("m-am scapat"), it means "I wet myself."

And I was also thinking about drabbling the recent jailbreak here, where a former escapee came back for his brother, setting a helicopter down in the prison courtyard. But that's really a movie.

Instead, this:

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No More Cages

(AP) Nicosia – A young Russian woman died last night while escaping an apartment where she was being held prisoner. Like many young women seeking escape from crushing poverty in Russia, Nadezhda Gurov, 18 years old, responded to an Internet ad for a waitress job in Cyprus. Instead, she found herself at an adult club where the owner withheld her travel documents and forced her to have sex with customers. Gurov escaped by tying bed sheets together and climbing down the balcony. The sheets slipped apart and she fell to her death.

Damn, Raq, I think you broke me. It makes good TV/movie fodder, but when you realize it actually happens...makes me want to kill. I have to settle for the mice in my condo.

Yeah, that faux news article is an amalgamation of several true stories. The story of the girl who tied the sheets together about killed me; I've had to think of it in terms of her finally getting out of a sucky life. Another girl, who was "rescued" and deported, had been rented for the night by a guy who took her to his farm, had sex with her, and then made her clean his barn.

Another girl, who was "rescued" and deported, had been rented for the night by a guy who took her to his farm, had sex with her, and then made her clean his barn.

My God.

If only it were possible to have him experience the joys of being brutally buttfucked by bikers and then forced to clean all their bikes, to get some small sense of how utterly and totally he falls short of being, you know, a human being.

I realise that this visceral response is not a constructive one, but, my God.

Anyway - ALL the drabbles have kicked ass, and I've been impressed by the diversity as much as by how strong they are.

OK ... an attempt at a drabble, my first. Silly and shallow.

Escape

The outdoors calls to me. I’m a predator, a hunter, a child of nature. I need to be free, to run. How dare they keep me locked up! Let me out, let me out, LET ME OUT!

“You want out? it’s raining – you hate being wet.”

Let me out! out! out! out!

“All right, go out. Let’s see how long you last.”

OUT! OUT! OUT!

I’m free! free to run, to hunt, to jump and climb! I’m free! I’m … I’m wet. It’s cold. It’s … big out here.

Let me in! let me in! LET ME IN!

Hee, I like that one a lot, Toddson. Not shallow at all! It's a fun romp from a different perspective. It's what makes drabbling so fun.

Thank you, ma'am. I heard "escape" and this is what popped into my mind.

Let me in! let me in! LET ME IN!

hits the floor laughing

You know what that brought to mind? The first time I stayed with Pete and Jilli, in the middle of a hellacious blizzard, and both cats were allowed to explore the back deck. The look on Trinian's face - "...the fuck is THIS crap...?!?" was memorable.

Fabulous, Toddson!

Escape

Billy had simple view of his job. He was burglar, with a well-known ability to get in and out of buildings. He had nothing against the detectives who arrested him, usually through the electronics and jewelry he spirited out of empty houses. They were, as he saw it, doing their jobs. At the county jail, they knew he stayed out of some odd commitment to the system. When the addition to the jail was finished, a detective who had developed a wary friendship with Billy asked him, as a favor, to test its security. He was out in 10 minutes.