Marcelo
Every muscle in Marcelo’s body shrieked in protest as he jarred to consciousness. If he was indeed awake. Noises assaulting his senses were muffled, and it was dark. But certainly, such pain didn’t exist while asleep or unconscious or…dead, did it?
He grimaced and arched as he struggled to get his whirling thoughts under control. He strained but couldn’t move. Not appreciably. He couldn’t think beyond the agony ripping through his limbs and face as his body continued to bounce about on a hard surface.
His wrists were tied behind him. That much he could ascertain. He was bound at the ankles and knees as well. The gag cutting across his mouth was painfully tight.
He could do no more than whimper, and he could only suspect he was doing that rather than confirm it because the rumbl
