The End of The Road

"I just need my keys fellas." I told them. "Isn't that what you do for your guests? Help them?"

"You're either slow or something man." He said. "We here to clean out the joint real good." He said, revealing crooked teeth that had been stained with tobacco. 

He jumped at me, catching me under his weight. They must have purposely cornered me in this hallway. There wasn't room to move around much. He punched me in the jaw causing blood to splatter over the walls. 

"How do you like them apples Chief?" He said mockingly.

He drew me by the collar, tossing me to the other end of the direction.

"You thought you could stop us did ye?" he said.

It was five minutes of what seemed to be like the worst beating I'd ever endured. 

He smiled, exposing his crooked teeth again.

I threw my foot at him causing him to trip on my already arranged left knee. He landed on my knee and instantly went out could.