You roll over with your back to the door, push your toolbox under the bed, and pull the blanket over you. CLANG. CLICK. CREAK. Light pours into the room as the door swings open. "Look at all these good, good boys!" He's dragging something along the ground as he walks through the rows of cots. You shut your eyes tight. The dragging stops. "Good boyyyyy." a whisper so close to your face, you can feel his spit on your lips. A hand grabs your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. You open your eyes just in time to see the metal pipe--