It’s always a strange feeling when you wake up and your hands are tied behind your back. A quick resistance test reveals that these are cheap cable ties. Noted. You’d like to take a look at your ankles to verify that they are also tied by the same material, but of course — of course — you’re also blindfolded. You can’t even mouth a “puah” as a handkerchief is miserably separating your lips. Oh well, it’s time to start rolling. You push yourself against what must be a metal container and tumble across the floor of what must be a garage — you’re now plastered in motor oil and smell of engine. You come to an abrupt stop, as you meet the foot your captor. One, two, three... Your left side now explodes in pain, as their boot makes violent contact with your ribs and you hear them crack. No matter. They’ve taken your bait: you curl around their ankle and throw them off balance. You insert their leg between your tied ankles and twist. It’s a powerful snap. His agonising cry is cut short by a well placed head butt between the eyes. “Pathetic”, you think.