Although the blood had dried, the patchy brown and crimson streaks remained under his nose, his mouth, and down his throat. Besides the bruises over his form, the worst of the damage appeared to be from the wound on the side of his head, evident by the blood-matted clump of hair.

Just seventeen hours previous, he’d been unconscious from the blow. Now he was just asleep, exhausted by his attempts to escape- which left his wrists raw and bleeding – the exposure, and the lack of water. As such, he didn’t stir when the door opened; only continued each raspy, shallow breath.