"It's holy ground. Why are we on -- you're a giant dickweed." Harry snarled in annoyance as he stumbled along after Sam, not sure what his best option was here. If he was going to be slowly tortured to death, he had to at least attempt an escape. Once Sam let go of him and talked about getting a chair, Harry didn't hesitated.

He ran. He hauled ass out of the other exit, running the complete opposite direction of Sam. Whatever this fucker was planning, he wasn't going to just let him do it.