The first sensation Jack became aware of was that he couldn't breathe! He felt liquid in his throat, blocking his airway. He struggled against the hand held over his mouth, but he was still bound to the tree.
Finally he was forced to swallow or drown. The bitter, thick substance was vile, but the hand stayed over his mouth until his gag reflex relaxed. Once the hand was released, he coughed, trying to dislodge whatever they had given him, but it was too late.
"What the hell was that?" Jack demanded harshly. Then another thought occurred to him. The campsite was quiet. Too quiet. "Daniel?"
His partner was slumped over, his breathing erratic, though he seemed to be sleeping.
"What have you done to him?" Jack growled, knowing Daniel would never naturally sleep through the commotion.
"He sleeps," one of their guards spit out, confirming Jack's suspicions of their language capability, but didn't answer his question.
He opened his mouth to protest, but found his eyes growing heavy, his jaw slack. Damn. Whatever they had force fed him was working fast.