He slumped there, weak; shaking from the biting cold and fear that gnawed at him from the pit of his empty stomach. Expertly, his hands were tied behind his back with a long, thin but strong piece of wire. Every two inches along it, there were razor sharp barbs twisted around in such an unfortunate way that nearly all of them pierced his wrists. Twisted... The word was snake like and elongated. As he had been there for a while, and there was no longer much circulation in his hands, the blood that seeped out of the wounds had dried. The blood that had poured out of the puncture wounds a few hours ago had dried all his hands into a big red sticky mess. He would have given anything to wash it off as is smelled tangy and metallic. Neck. Crack, crunch, scream. Hiss. Not only were his hands tied, but his feet were bound tightly together too with a length of coarse rope that dug in at his ankles, leaving angry indent. Pause. His thoughts ground to a halt quicker than they had begun. Breathe... In and out. Regain composure and walk. Stumble. His hands were tied behind his back and he was secured to a tree. Only moments ago he had been walking through the forest, hadn't he? Hunger. Thirst. Pain. Look left, look right, paranoia slowly creeping in. He had a thick, dirty strip of cloth torn from his own shirt pulled in between his yellowing teeth, allowing him to breath, but not letting more than a whimper escape his lips. His lips failed to shut. If he tried, the material pinched at the dry cracks in the corners of his mouth and part of his lips were wedged in between his teeth and the material. So he left them open and vulnerable to the dreadful chill. The rest of his body was bound by a considerably larger and longer feet of rope that was wrapped several times around him and a tree to ensure he tried not to escape.
