We both rushed out towards the disposal area at the back of the building and exited the building towards the car park space while the two men followed behind. But we misconstrued the car park to be empty when we saw Hussaini and his crew of three waiting for us in the spacious lot outside the back of the building, ready to pounce on us.

Our pace slowed to a complete stop, unable to move any further as all possible access was blocked by them. The men that followed behind us slowed down, feeling triumphed that we got ourselves surrounded. Hussaini finally had us both and the only way that we could get out of this was to fight them or die.

One of the men that followed us had me quickly by the arms from behind. Nick attempted to rescue me but he too was being busy getting attacked by three men under Hussaini's command. Hussaini then watched his son's ass get kicked by his men from afar.

Guy #1 came charged at him but Nick's reflexes were quicker. Nick swung his hind legs up towards Guy #1's face and gave him a back kick. As Guy #1 retreated, Guy #2 came forward and knocked off his chest. Nick recoiled but was able to withhold the pain so he strikes back and aimed for Guy #2's face.

Guy #3 came in fast and hit Nick on the face. Both of them throwing punches at each other while Guy#2 tried to attack him from behind. But Nick edged away quickly causing Guy #2 to stagger and toppled on Guy #3.

Guy #1 striking Nick on his head with a rod which left him tumbled sideways, giving the opportunity for the three men to strike him on the ground with much kicking and beating. Nick's fighting spirit however enraged. He swiftly pulled his legs upwards and rolled into the air as hard as he could for a kick up before landing his both feet perfectly on the ground.

Nick's battle against the three men grew intense and tenacious with too much kicking, punching and thrashing. I feared for Nick's defeat, yet he persistently fought them as though he had never worn-out. I vehemently squirmed and wriggled to release myself but failed as my captor's gripped my both hands tightly. So, I shouted and pleaded for them to stop but none took attention to my demands.

When Nick successfully beat all three of them, Hussaini charged towards him with a half empty alcohol bottle and whacked it on his son's head from behind, causing the class to shatter and some leftover liquor gushed out from the broken bottle. Nick flinched from the attack, he staggered away from his dad, didn't even fight back.

"Come on, fight me!" he shouted but Nick refused. Nick had both of his fists raised in front of him, shoulder level but didn't make any move. Hussaini lifted his left knee and swiftly thudded his foot on his son's chest. Nick was thrown backwards from the force of his dad's kick. "Get up!" Hussaini yelled. Nick did as he was told but remained his distance from his dad. "Why don't you fight me, you fucker?!" Hussaini exclaimed.

"I don't want to fight you!" Nick shouted back.

Hussaini drew closer and slapped Nick on the face but Nick didn't budge except to fend off in his reflex. Hussaini's few continuing slaps on his son turned violent into punches and poundings as he repetitively beat Nick with the broken bottle in his hand. The shard on the bottle went through his upper arm and his cheeks, leaving cuts on them. Nick toppled once more, allowing more relentless beating and kicking by his father.

"Stop, you fucking asshole!" I screamed at Hussaini. Then I found a sudden urge to move my shoulders aggressively to lose my captor's grip before I could turn around and kick him in the groin.