Prologue

Time had no meaning any more, days, maybe weeks, had passed since he'd first been shoved into the cage. He'd fought hard the first few times they'd thrust him into the small enclosed space, but now he welcomed it. Now it meant his ordeal was over, at least for a while.

He shifted his exhausted, battered body in the confined space, trying to find a more comfortable position. Thick metal manacles encircled his wrists and ankles, a short, heavy chain linking the two sets of restraints, forcing him to lean forward, the un-natural posture causing his back to cramp and spasm.

Attempting to cradle his injured arm against his chest caused him to hiss in agony as the slight movement sent shockwaves of pain flooding through him. There wasn't a part of him that didn't hurt, either bruised, cut or burnt and he'd lost track of how many bones were broken.

He knew his body was beginning to shut down, knew it couldn't take much more but he forced his mind to focus. He just had to hold on until they found him.

He knew they would be looking for him.

They had to be, they wouldn't just abandon him, leaving him to his fate.

Would they?

Just something I'm playing around with, please let me know if you think I should continue.

Thanks

Mistyeye