His wrists were sore from the tight ropes. Head dizzy, ego bruised—he was defeated and hogtied. Never in his life has a bounty hunter managed to capture him, until now.

He attempted to get up with a grunt, unsuccessfully. "What the-" His gruff voice rang, a frown upon his features. It was a new experience. And not a pleasant one.

Two stealthy hands tied his feet together as well. But something felt wrong—he had definitely seen your face before. On bounty posters.