He clenched his teeth so hard it felt like they might crack. His eyes, buried under layers of cloth, somehow still burned with stubborn light as he tried lifting himself once more—only to hit the back down again.
He winced into the tight fabric covering his face. 'Who in the world wraps up someone like this?' He'd assumed earlier that he couldn't move his hands because of pain, but after attempting to raise his whole body a second time, it became obvious—he was bound from head to toe. Was he being hauled somewhere? Sold off like cargo?
Where was he?
Who wrapped him up like this?
How did this happen without him knowing?
And why so much pain?
It felt like his body was on fire. His brows furrowed. Did someone cover him in cotton and pour out their suppressed evil intentions on his helpless body?
He tried to recall the very last thing before all this, but everything was a blur. Regardless, he needed to get up—lying here was becoming unbearable.
