_ Finally Free

He was sleeping on some sort of bed and about five people were staring down at him.

His eyeballs darted around, studying their faces. Who were they and where was he?

He tried to move his hands again but he found he was strapped down to the bed with belts stretching from one hand and passing through his stomach across another.

Same thing with his leg.

Off the five people goggling at him, one had a white cardboard cut into rectangles.

He stretched the first one out to him and LSR read the writing on it.

'WHAT IS YOUR NAME?'

Was staring down at him.

Fuck this man. Did he think he could not comprehend simple language and was communicating with him through cardboard?

LSR wanted to open his mouth to talk but he found it voiceless. His language was void and he found himself unable to render a simple answer to the question.

The people said something to one another. Things he found himself not hearing.