Author's point of view
The man's words were caught in his throat when he turned around. His eyes nearly budged out of its sockets because the locked door behind him lay on the floor. It was no longer were it was meant to be. It looked as if the door had been ripped out of its hinges and thrown away. The brick walls trembled, dust scattering into the air.
"What in.." He wasn't even done with his sentence when he was suddenly yanked backwards and he felt himself been slammed to the cold, hard wall. His vision blurred, and his breath caught in his throat. A searing pain shot through his head, and he felt something warm and sticky trickling down from his scalp, tracing a path down his face and onto his suit. His eyes widened , and his hands trembled as he lifted them to his head, coming awa
