Febuwhump Day 21: Shackled. Warnings for chains/shackles
The water was up to his knees now.
And still he couldn't get out of the chains.
Arms held in shackles above his head, the only thing he was glad of was that his feet were on the floor. However, fingers couldn't cross the distance to pick the lock.
He couldn't remember what had happened. The dampness running down the side of his head screamed injury and felt like blood. Not good.
At least he was alone.
Then there was light.
A splash.
A string of curse words a navvy would be proud of.
'Parker, there you are.'
'Yes, M'Lady.'