Jones started painting Simons face white and his cheeks red. Simon could feel the paint brush swiping against his face. When Jones started to pull away from me, the rope bounding my ankles was sliced through. Simon slipped the pocket knife into his pocket, then bolted to his feet, swooshed around, and aimed his fist at Paul 's still dazed face. Simon would have normally sprinted away in this situation, but since people were recording this it would just exuberate the whole ordeal. Simon 's fist connected with Paul 's face, so hard Paul flew through the curtains, and landed with a loud snapping sound. The snap was most likely the old floorboards cracking. Carl and Jones were coming towards Simon, so Simon got out of there. Simon