“AHH! THAT HURTS!”
With my rage to him and to everything, I shove Liam on the door. His scream of pain does not stop me from hitting the door with my hard fists. Like before, I am smashing the door to create a hole in it and remove the lock they have installed outside to get out of this infuriating room. Yet as hard as I thrust my fists on the door, the more the door stands strong. I cannot break it!
Even though all my senses, attention and mind are focusing on this well-built and stone-like door, I feel the absence of Liam’s hand on any part of my body to stop my diabolical attempt. Perhaps, they are on the portion of his body that hurts him after I push him. I am not sure.
Does it matter to me while in this harrowing situation?
But
