With all the lackeys taken care of, Don walked over toward Johnny.
As he did this Johnny could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest, the fear he felt now incredibly overwhelming.
He weighed whether to come out or try and make a run for it but the latter idea was quickly tossed out and he soon stood up, arms raised in the air as he said with a trembling voice, "I'm out! I'm out!"
Don didn't stop walking toward him though and this caused Johnny to begin shuffling back until his back hit an old machine in his way, halting him in his tracks as Don's imposing figure cast a shadow over him.
The warehouse air felt thicker now, heavy with the scent of dust and faint blood from the earlier scuffle.
Johnny's legs shook beneath him, his mind going through every possible escape that wasn't there.
Don's steps echoed like judgment, each one closing the distance with a calm that only heightened the terror.
Don then brought his hand forward so fast that Johnny couldn't even react.
