The closer I come to the figure seated in the chair, the more easily I can make out his identity. My insides go entirely south, and my heart breaks. I reach once more into my pocket for my lighter and produce a tall flame that lights Sam up in an orange glow. His body is attached to the chair with duct tape. The thick tape has been wrapped around his mouth and all the way around his head making it impossible for him to make any kind of sound other than a very low moan.
His eyes are open wide but not from the blood that is dripping into them. Instead, they are opened wide because he no longer possesses eyelids. He no longer possesses a nose, or ears, or hair. In the orange glow of the lighter flame, his under-skin is pale white and streaked with the blood that is pouring from capillaries
