"Fuck!" Jackson yelled as hair was grabbed. He was dragged from one room to another as his feet wouldn't cooperate with him. When he was let go his hands tried to move to hold his head which stung as hairs had been pulled out by being pulled so hard in order to move his body across a floor. Feeling the tight ropes be removed he immediately stood up. He wasn't incredibly small for a boy, but his stance wouldn't be the slightest bit threatening to a man like Onin.<br/><br/>"It's locked, you're closer to the door... It's not all that fair," He said, glancing at the locked door. It wasn't by a key so he could try to just unlock it and run, but he was sure that's what the other was expecting of him. Slowly the boy spun around, seeming to observe the room, though he already knew what he was going to do. His heart was racing in his chest as he prayed it'd work out or he'd be fucked, quite literally. "When I get out my dad is going to fuck you-- up!" There was a lamp, thankfully glass that he grabbed and whipped at the other's head. He'd be forced to dodge it or take the hit.<br/><br/>He ran to the door, unlocked it, and threw it open, also hoping the door would get in his way. Rushing out of the room his eyes darted around the home, where was the exit? "Fuck me..." He whispered, blindly running. When he spotted the kitchen he quickly went in and began rushing through everything for a knife. He couldn't find one, he couldn't! In such a panic that he was in, he missed the basic block of knives everyone had in their kitchen. He knew he was done, he was taking too long and the other knew his house layout.<br/><br/>He opened a drawer that was filled with forks and spoon so he just grabbed a fork and slammed it shut. He could stab someone with a fork. He booked it out of the kitchen and made his way to what he prayed was the front door.