Rogers's legs together with those of the tall man holding Simon with him were wobbly with fear right now. Simon was heavily boiling in rage, he got up to his feet. He growled out loud, as he drew his right hand from the chain and from the slurpy grips of the man holding him, breaking it free from the hold of the chain.
Rogers who held the arm before was completely paralyzed with fear.
Right now, Dan realized what was happening. Slowly, he lowered his hands which were already cold and clammy, and quietly dropped the whip.
He couldn't just comprehend what his eyes just saw, neither could he comprehend the next possible action of Simon. He took a few steps backward but was stopped by the wall behind him.
Frozen by fear, with his heart hammering in his chest, he wished he would just phase through the wall and find his way out of the dungeon because right now he was in a tight spot. There was nowhere to go, no place to hide, and no chance to run.
