Your head was absolutely throbbing and everything seemed to be spinning. The sun was bright and almost blinding. Your forehead was covered in sweat and your clothes smelt like horseshit.

Standing up tied to a pole all day wasn't ideal, especially after being taken by a rival gang, The Van Der Linde gang, when you're a part of the O'Driscoll's.

It was an honest to God surprise that you weren't being tortured non stop, but I guess being insulted and humiliated was enough..

But the one man you had to thank was Dutch Van Der Linde himself. He was the one who stopped the others from being physically harsh on you and kinda the only reason you were still standing on two feet with a beating heart.

He even fed you every once in a while when nobody was looking, but he'd usually catch himself keeping an O'Driscoll alive and would toss the rest of the food at your feet.

Actually, that was what he was doing just a moment ago...but now he was sitting in his tent doing God knows what, but still keeping a somewhat close eye on you.