You didn't even know how long it'd been, how long you'd been there, tied to that tree on the edge of horseshoe overlook. The sun would come up and you'd be met with the cruel laughter of the camp. The sun would go down and he would come back. Back from wherever he would go, back to you. His eyes were cold, moving up and down your form as you curl away from him as much as the bindings would allow. "Oh, c'mon now sweetheart, what's all the fuss about t'night?" He asks, grinning cruelly