Artyom struggled in his bonds the majority of the night. He usually kept something sharp on his person at all times, but the bastard Spies had searched and cleaned him out completely before he'd even awoke, leaving him nothing but his clothes, an aching head, and burning nose and throat. Though the after-effects of the drug had him in an out ofย consciousnessย for parts of the night, Artyom awoke in the morning (was it morning?) hungry and completely exhausted. His rage, however, did not wish to cease, and if he could not let it out, his mind would begin to force it's frustrations on himself. Which it could already be doing, as he could swear he could see things moving in the dark.ย
Artyom clenched his teeth on the gag and did the only thing he could do, wait.
