The instant George stepped through the doorway, I headbutted him, knocking him back through the door before he had a chance to draw his weapon. Unfortunately, I was still tied to the chair and was thrown off balance as the force of my momentum carried me through the doorway behind him.
I hit the floor awkwardly and so hard that I was momentarily stunned as the old wooden chair that I was tied to broke up into several pieces. I hurriedly pushed away the straps binding me to the chair and started to sit up. Only to freeze when I felt the cold metal of a g*n against my forehead. I looked up to meet George's cold blue eyes, and he looked angry enough to shoot me on the spot.
The hand holding the g*n against my forehead jerked in response when an authoritative voice rang out from the doorway
