He struggled against the two men who tied him to the wooden pole. However, his struggling failed. He was tied to the pole in the 'Christ' position. Before they left him to die alone, they spat upon his weak body. He heard them laughing at what he thought most likely was him.
"Am I to die like this?" He thought. He looked at his shoes which had plenty years of use. He then looked at his arms spread apart and tied awfully tight. He looked at each arm for a while. And lastly he looked at his chest. His once clean white shirt was now stained with blood, dirt and sweat. He didn't want it to end like this. As nightfall approached, he had nothing else to do but pray.
When he opened his tired eyes he saw the sun had not yet rose. He had no way of telling what time it was.
"It must be just about dawn," he thought. It didn't seem like he slept even six hours. He needed a lot of rest. He thought about escaping but then dropped the idea, it seemed worthless. How could he escape in this situation? His arms were sore beyond belief. He tired to move them to get some blood flowing. "Ow." he winched. He leaned his bandana-covered head against the wooden pole. It wasn't exactly comfort but he had to do something to rest his head. He was in the position for about an hour until he heard people walking out of the Navy building. His head shot up instantly at the sound of a door being opened then slammed.
"Am I to die like this?" He thought. He looked at his shoes which had plenty years of use. He then looked at his arms spread apart and tied awfully tight. He looked at each arm for a while. And lastly he looked at his chest. His once clean white shirt was now stained with blood, dirt and sweat. He didn't want it to end like this. As nightfall approached, he had nothing else to do but pray.
When he opened his tired eyes he saw the sun had not yet rose. He had no way of telling what time it was.
"It must be just about dawn," he thought. It didn't seem like he slept even six hours. He needed a lot of rest. He thought about escaping but then dropped the idea, it seemed worthless. How could he escape in this situation? His arms were sore beyond belief. He tired to move them to get some blood flowing. "Ow." he winched. He leaned his bandana-covered head against the wooden pole. It wasn't exactly comfort but he had to do something to rest his head. He was in the position for about an hour until he heard people walking out of the Navy building. His head shot up instantly at the sound of a door being opened then slammed.