It's been days and now Max was furious. He was eager to put a fight if it meant getting out from this place. He was shocked that no one in the house cared that he was missing and didn't even try looking for him.
He has noted the timings when someone appears to push his food inside. He would grab on that opportunity, pull their hand inside from beneath the door, and yank it until they give up and open the door. They have asked for violence and Max was ready to play with it.
It was time for pushing his meals inside. Max had settled atop the first step of the staircase of the wine cellar room. He was ready, the moment a hand slides underneath he would grab on it.
Just as he was expecting for a hand to appear and it did appear with the plate of food. Max catches the hand, holds on to it, and yanks it with a jerk.
"Open this god damned door! I said open it!" Max yells as he hears a groaning sound from the other side of the door.