Tim awoke but was unable to open his eyes from how weak he felt. His mouth tasted bitter and like it was full of cotton, which he realized when he bit down was due to the gag keeping him from talking. The feeling in his legs and arms was gone and he felt a surge of panic thinking he may not be able to move them again.
Biting down, he did his best to squirm in his captor’s grip.
Whoever was holding him stopped and hissed, “Hold for a moment, he’s waking up.”
A second male voice responded, this one deeper and with a heavy accent he wasn’t sure was Spanish or Russian replied, “No he isn’t. He’s had enough to keep him unconscious for at least twelve hours. Keep moving.”
The first voice was insistent. “Do you question my vigilance?”