The Farmer

Some time passed in the darkness. I couldn't sleep given the position I was in.

Finally light began to filter into the area as the sun started to rise. My eyes adapted to the darkness could begin to pick out details. I was in a wooden stall, straw on the ground, and I could now see the manacles on me. From outside the stall I could hear a wooden door open and heavy boots moving into the, what I could guess would be a barn.