⛓️ [hector]
His hair hung in sweat-drenched ringlets over his eyes, shadowed from lack of sleep. He was naked, and the bruises and the cuts were blossoming over his body. Rope kept him bound and immobile, only able to move his head. Wild eyes watched Hector as he moved around the tent, and Logan struggled uselessly against the rope that bound him, feeling it cut further into his skin.
Cloth kept him from speaking but he yelled out his irritation through it regardless.








