Tied Down

How did I get here? Where was I? Why was I here? Questions flooded my head. I was tied down. Literally tied down. I was sat on a tiny chair. My arms were crossed behind me and heavy ropes made it almost impossible to move a single muscle. Remarkably, I got an arm out. Then, the other arm. I tried to act and move as silently as I could. I was petrified someone would hear me. I then managed to wriggle both my feet free. I waddled with a chair stuck to my bum around a corner of the maze like building. I looked in front and behind. Which way?