A searing heat wrapping around her ankles and wrists in a tight vice woke Charlie from a deep sleep. Her body felt stiff, every muscle and bone creaking as she flinched awake, reluctant to move. Whether it was her instinct or a coincidence, staying still was a good choice that she realised as voices began reaching her through the fog of her mind. They were hushed but forced in a quiet argument between who she presumed were her captors, but she didn’t want to peak to check and risk being seen as awake.
Charlie could make out two male voices, one whining about some wound in his abdomen, the other slowly losing his patience at the noise. She guessed the uninjured one was the man that took her down in the camp, wincing when she remembered the pain of him slicing into her throat. The pain th
