I glance upward as the sound of scraping can be heard, looks like there were deadbolts on the door after all.
The slow creak of the locks being slid back echo around us before the sound of a key turning and the click of a lock comes through.
The door slowly opens and we hear the sound of heavy footfalls on the metal steps above our heads.
‘Hope he’s still going to be docile’ one voice grunts roughly as they shut the door behind them.
‘Doc, make sure you stay back until we get him down, I still don’t trust the fucker not to be playing a game with us’ another voice snarls.
‘Oh I am not going anywhere near that brute until you have him on the ground’ the reedy voice of who I know is the guy who injects me everyday, replies firmly.
‘I kinda wish he would start something’ a third voice hu
