Red was pushed into the gym locker.
Chris Pitt spun the combination dial of the rusted gym locker with a final metallic click, sealing the narrow enclosure completely. Megan laughed from a nearby wooden bench while tapping her designer heels against the tile floor.
"Tip the box over," Chris directed, gesturing toward the freestanding row of metal units.
Marcus Thorne and Jason stepped forward to shove the top of the enclosure, sending the entire unit crashing face-first onto the concrete floor.
Red slammed violently against the grated door as the sudden impact forced the breath completely from his lungs. The narrow steel walls pressed tightly against his shoulders, trapping his limbs at awkward angles against his sides.
"Grab the barbell plates," Chris instructed the others.
