Mark looked around the tent, like so many times before he was cuffed down to a chair. Hand and ankles, he didn't know why they were torturing him he didn't even know the reason, no one told him what he had done wrong to deserve this. He only got changed maybe four months back and have been here for maybe now two. He was bound to this pack, though he still didn't know what he had done wrong. His thoughts were interrupted by pain exploding in his skull he was trying fight off te darkness that threatened to consume him.