Leaky Barn

ERIK

At some point in my delirious state Loki forced more of the sleeping potion down my throat and I slept hard. When I awoke I was on a barn floor, chained and shacked to a stake that had been driven deep into the ground. I was laying on bales of hay and I could feel it moving underneath me. Ug. Mice.

I painfully pushed myself into a sitting position, noting that my ribs felt bruised. I was guessing they threw me over a horse to get me here and that they were none too gentle. My face also felt bruised and swollen and I thought I may have a tooth loose on one side. I gingerly touched my face, my shackles and chains jingling. One of my eyes was swollen shut. They had beat my face so that I was unrecognizable in case they were happened upon but another person. I had to give them credit. That was smart.

I leaned back against another haybale, supporting my back and looked around while fighting the dizziness and nausea that came with my movements. There were holes in the roof