Aerophoinix

His body hit another rock, absorbing the new shock much as it had done the others. His sides were bruised black and blue under the tatters of his shirt. His knees he had ceased to feel after the first half mile. His elbows and arms had been scraped raw by the dust and dirt in the road. His face was covered in grey grime with splashes of blood and dark wet soil from the narrow track along which the horses of his captors trotted. They did not move fast enough to cause any permanent damage but briskly enough so that he would not escape unscathed. His wrists, rubbed raw by the tightly bound rope, were numb, streaking blood in stained rivulets do