Twisted, lying in a wreck
of abandonment and
drool; the sand dried face
of the freshily shaven man
bounces to the trod of the
loud pack of peddlers and camels.

A makeshift sling provides
confusing restriction as
the man awakens; but
further movement makes
him scream in agony. As
much of a scream can be made
through his desert dried
palette.

Green eyes flash open, blinking
several times, crust and mucus
had formed around his lids; nothing
was visible, but the sound of voices
carried throughout the room; the man
tried jerking his hands free of his bonds,
but it was in vain.

Panic set in; his muffled voice alerted a large man nearby who started laughing boisteriously at the struggling stranger. The green eyed man searched the shadows for his other occupant but it was only as the giant black beard and dark brown skin of a large man hit torchlight that he became visible.