With a grin I stood up to run, my other hand pulled me back. I forget there was one more hand to free. Fisting my metal hand, I began to punch the cuff on the left hand. My eyes were shifting from the approaching men to my left hand. There was no time, I could break it now. They will catch me if I keep on. So, instead of breaking it, I held the arm of the chair and lifted it up. I then ran towards the window with the chair in my hand. They began to chase me. Greeting closer to the window, I jumped out from the broken glass. I fell on the ground, out of this small room, but the chair was stuck inside. The whole of the window was not big enough for the chair to get through.