Cold Skin

The cell was cold.

Which, of course, made Peter cold. Any warmth in his skin had long seeped out, leaving his body cold and clammy and his limbs to twitch and shiver pathetically. His hands were bound to the walls with ice cold chains and his thighs were tied together so that he was stuck in a kneeling position. A dull pain coursed through his veins, his arm bent unnaturally at the elbow and his bone poking out at the break. He was desperately attempting to avoid thinking of the injury, for his breath was already coming out in ragged gasps that hurt his lungs.