Third Person POV

Brandon's hands are handcuffed behind his back with silver shackles, making his skin burn. But the adrenaline surging through his body keeps him from feeling much pain. He's mad, crazy mad, but just as Wesley had taught him, he remains calm and composed.

It won't be long before he frees himself and tears his captors apart. All he needed to do was be patient and wait for the right moment to strike.

"Walk, you imbecile. I am not going to repeat myself, and ...