His body ached from the position he was sitting in. A three feet by three feet by three feet metal cage was a little small for his tall frame to sit comfortably in. He wasn't even sure it was a full three feet, probably not.
He felt sorry for Cerberus, but then again, Cerberus willingly crawled into his cage every evening.
And Cerberus's cage was probably larger than this one.
He could barely believe he had gotten himself into this situation by something as stupid as losing his footing in the jungle, and slipping down a hill. Straight into his capturers lap, so to speak.
They had stripped him down to his boxer briefs. Tossed cold water on him, and now they were building a large fire.
He didn't know much about the locals, but the fire was making him nervous. He did not want to end up as somebody's dinner.
He was almost relieved when one of the older men brought out something which resembled a branding iron and placed it partially in the fire.
The iron started glowing.
It was red-hot by the time the same man as earlier picked it up.
He yelled something Brock didn't understand to a group of younger men, and they moved towards him.
SEALTEAM
He was pretty sure his lungs were about to pop out the way he screamed when the burning hot iron pressed against his left shoulder blade.
Then five rapid shots came in quick succession. The hands wrapped around his arms and legs fell away. The branding iron fell to the ground behind his feet.
He crumbled to his knees. Sobs rolling off his lips as his left shoulder stung and burnt.
"Easy there buddy…" Sonny's voice rolled soothingly from the Texan, "We've got you…"
The sobs evolved into cusswords.
"We've got you…" Sonny repeated.
"Hell of a timing guys!" he bit out, "Could've rescued me ten seconds earlier, BEFORE they branded me!"
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that…" Sonny winced in sympathy.