All tied up and nowhere to go

[vuelvo_en_negro]

Miguel grunted as the men dumped him onto the floor. He could do little more than grunt given the fact that not only were his hands, feet, legs, and arms tied, but his mouth was covered as well. He was surprised they didn't blindfold him, or wrap him up like a mummy.

One of the men held up a knife in front of Miguel's face and waved it.

"Think this is a virgin sacrifice, Ed?" He asked one of his compatriots, who guffawed.

Miguel twisted, propping himself up then hurling his body back down to the ground to get enough momentum to swing his bound legs up into the man's gut.

There was a brief moment of chaos and Miguel took the moment to try getting his hands free but the distraction didn't last long enough.

"Son of a-"

There were several punches to Miguel's face, meanwhile someone stretched his arms into an unbearable position for his muscles, away from his body so his hands rested against the floor. He didn't know why until one of the men jumped on his hands.

Whatever bones that had remained intact during his long imprisonment snapped audibly.

"That should take care of him."

If Miguel believed in God he would be praying for a miracle.