Owen flinched at the sight of the 6 rough men ready to pounce on him. He pushed himself against the wall next to Jack.
"What do I do? I don't know what to do, Jack!"
"You're smart. Use your head! There has to be a way around them! Think Owen!" Jack pulled helplessly at the buckles around his wrists.
"I can't take them on!" Owen shrieked.
The men moved closer, ready to pin Owen to the ground. Owen thought as fast as he could. One man to the left, another two to the right two smack in the centre and another guarding the key. The thin man stood strong against the wall to the side.
All he could do was go for it. Try to take them on one by one though he was most likely to fail. Owen took on the loan man to the left. He was much bigger up close. He made Owen look like a child. What could he do? How could he take this man down before he took him down? Owen could only follow his instincts and they were telling him one thing at that moment. Kick him in the groin! Kick him in the groin! They told him. So Owen lifted his knee with more force than he had hoped for and smack bang the man fell like a ton of bricks and there was no way he was getting back up. Shutters of pain reached the man's throat. One down, five more to go.
'Use your brain, Owen!' He thought to himself. They would be ready for a kick in the groin this time. That wasn't going to work again. 'Use your brain use your brain, Owen.' He said over and over again in his mind.
The two men on the right split up. One was coming straight for Owen and his only thoughts were scrambled and became incoherent in his mind. But one thing, the only thing he could focus on, pressure points! He knew all the pressure points in the body and he knew exactly how to make a man fall to his knees in agony.
Before he knew it, the man had his hands on his waist and was squeezing tight. Owen lifted his arms and smacked the man with the edge of his hands in the crook of his neck and he fell to the ground in a hep coughing and wheezing. He wasn't getting up again. Just four more and Owen would be free.
If he could only get that key! The walk way was clear and there was nothing but open space towards the key. Owen bolted towards it, ready to snatch it up in his hands and just like that the key was in his possession but also just like that he was on the ground crying out in agony. Something felt like it snapped. His leg? No. His arm? No. His neck? No. Maybe a rib or something but whatever it was it was jeopardising his breathing.
"Owen!" Jack cried, but his attempts at freeing himself were useless and futile.
Owen rose to his feet clutching his chest. Yes, defiantly a rib, ether cracked or broken. It felt more like a crack because the pain was manageable. He began trying to collect his thoughts. The key was still clutched between his fingers and the door was just begging to be opened, almost as if it was taunting him.
"Just 10 more minutes." The thin man announced.
Had it really been that long? Thought Owen. "Bloody hell!" He held his chest tight and limped over to the door. The men were teasing him, letting him get to the door just so he could be pulled away at the last minute. He had to think fast. There was no time for games, though this was some kind of sick game to the thin man and his trusty meat heads.
Owen picked up the table and threw it as hard as he could at one of the men who were gaining at his every step. It hit him square in the head and broke into little pieces all over the ground. The man fell to the ground with a large moan and lost consciousness. Owen could just reach a piece of the wood left behind from the old table. He took it in his free hand and used it as a weapon. It was just sharp enough to go through human skin and for that, Owen was grateful.
He was at the door. All he needed to do was open it and he would be free! He fumbled with the key trying to put it in the lock when he heard a click he pulled the door open and turned to face his freedom but as he began to walk towards his new found freedom the three men grabbed him in their strong grip and threw him to the other side of the room. Owen screamed in pain when he hit the ground his rib felt more and more like it was snapping.
"Times up!" the thin man called from his safe little corner of the room.
"No! You cheated! I had the door open! I was FREE!" Owen protested.
"I said you had to be out the door to be free. You never made it past the doorway."
"That's unfair! I was there!"
"Life's unfair. Bob, Johnny, get up."
The two first men Owen had attacked rose to their feet, still aching from Owens crippling moves.
"Aaron, Lex, Peter, help Lance up and take him to get some water." The thin man added. "Bob and Johnny, you stay here. Help me take Owen back to his room."
"What's gonna happen?" Jack cried from his claustrophobic area.
"Were going to take Owen for his punishment." The thin man replied.
"This is shit! You cheated!" Owen growled.
"No, I didn't." The thin man smiled as Bob and Johnny grabbed Owens arms and dragged him kicking and screaming back to his room.
"You can't do this!" Owen cried. "This is bloody sick!"
Author's question
Do you want me to write a chapter saying what happens to Owen or should I skip past that one. Lol it might be a bit scary but if you think you can handle it, then tell me please and I will write it. :):)
XoXo
Sarah
