A curled fist comes swinging in my direction and makes contact with my cheek. I glare up at him and spit out blood, vowing to give him few marks before I escape. Permanent ones. Not that is would matter a whole lot. He’s ugly both inside and out.

“Well now, thats hardly fair. I can’t exactly use my arms to defend myself.” I tell him sarcastically and nod towards my cuffed up wrists.

He mocking...