Pinhead- Door Lock

As if punctuating the display, a hook-headed chain leaped out of the tiny room and whipped toward Harry, whining as it flew in his direction. Felixson’s response was to instantly drop to the ground, doing his pitiful best to protect his heads as he did so. Meanwhile, the tattoo Caz had recently added (“because,” Caz had stated, “you fuckin’ earned it, man”) was itching wildly, its unpleasant news flash unequivocal: This is a death threat.

  But Harry wasn’t the hook’s target. Its bull’s-eye was the door behind him, and the hook and chain threw themselves against it with considerable force. The door slammed shut and the hook snaked down to the handle, wrapping the chain around the mottled metal knob several times. Finally, interest gave way to a more levelheaded panic, and it was then that Harry scrambled to the door and attempted to pull it open. He succeeded in getting it open a few inches before he felt a sharp pain in his neck and a rush of wet heat, which divided at his shoulder, running down over his back and chest.

-The Scarlet Gospel, BOOK ONE, Chapter 7