Antony Hooper lay under the blanket on his simple bed, his mouth hanging open and his large, barrel chest rising and falling in time with the loud, rattling snoring. As he rolled on to his side, the bed springs protesting under his bulk, his dark eyes snapped open as a loud 'CLICK' startled him out of his slumber.
Slowly, quietly, careful not to give any sign he was awake, the large man began to stretch out his muscles. It wouldn't be a proper warm up, but it would have to be enough. He'd been expecting this, in his years he'd been in enough bloody cells to know what to expect if your room was unlocked in the middle of the night. Well, when the guards did burst in, they'd be in for a surprise. They'd be in for a fight.
Tony was only really surprised that it'd taken them this long. His best guess was that he'd been held captive for a little over two and a half months. But he couldn't be sure. He'd trashed his room when he was first tossed in there, hurling the TV against the door in an attempt to escape. The door hadn't budged, but the TV had almost exploded in a shower of glass and broken plastic. For the first few days he'd kept this behavior up, breaking everything he could before retiring to the tiny isolation room while his room was cleaned and the damaged items replaced, then emerging and starting all over again. After the first few days however, Antony's captors seemed to tire of this game and the replacements stopped coming. His food was still brought to him and his dirty laundry was still taken away and returned, cleaned and pressed. But without a TV, computer or even a calender, the days and nights had began to run together and he'd lost track of time in there.
When the door didn't open, the large man stared at it for a long time, his brow furrowing a little in confusion. Where were the guards? Were they fucking with him? Trying to intimidate him and make him uneasy by not simply bursting in perhaps? Well that wasn't going to work.
“Fuck it.” He muttered, tossing aside the blanket and lumbering to his feet. If they weren't going to bring the fight to him, he'd bloody well take it to them. Moving surprisingly quickly for a man of his size Tony crossed the room and grasped the cool metal of the door handle. ”Alright you bastards!” He bellowed as he tore the door open and rushed outside. “Come and have a go if you think you're...” Antony paused and looked around in confusion. There were no guards, there was no beating. Just a corridor with a few open doors leading to what Tony assumed to be more cells like his own and a couple of people milling about, looking as confused as he himself felt. “You're not guards.” He muttered at the people. “What the fuck is going on here?”