Escape from the Blood Cult

We had found ourselves captured by the Blood Cult. Suiting to their name, they'd beaten each of us to a pulp. I was holding out, this wasn't the worst I had gone through. I could hear Cortez having a panic attack in the next room as my captor kept up his interrogation. Knowing I was the biggest threat they'd chained me up tight.
 
It didn't take long for the heretics to lose focus. Cornelius had escaped his restraints, providing an oppurtunity for Cortez to calm down and him too to escape. Coming to free me we were able to, conveniently enough, secure a curtain rod and piece of charred wood as improvised weapons. Not the finest equipment, even compared to Hive Arbite standards. Anyway, we took on one the Heretics; I'd slammed the door right in his face, and as his colleagues came to help Cortez sprung out of the curtains. We were tactical geniuses, even after getting pummeled while chained-up. I'd secured one of the heretic's stub revolver, which come in mighty handy when blowing off one of their shoulders.
 
Either way, we'd cleared the place. Or so we'd thought. Collecting the evidence and getting to the car, Cornelius heard more footsteps from upstairs. In no shape to fight any further, we got the hell out of there.