Dean blinked at the pig-masked man who wanted to draw his blood, revealing a creepy smile, and casually shook his leg, kicking the shackles off his feet.
This guy, he was faking it all along!
The pig-masked man with the syringe thought he had misseen. Stunned for a few seconds, he lifted his head and shouted at his companion, "Fuck, restrain this guy, he... urk—"
He didn't finish his sentence. An overwhelming force surged from the arm he had grabbed.
BANG!
Accompanied by a feeling of soaring through the clouds, the pig-masked man with the syringe, clutching his stomach, slammed hard into the iron bars, the impact echoing with a loud clang that startled the entire prison compound.
CRACK!
