You glare at him. "The fuck you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing, just a delicious young human about to die." You couldn't tell whether or not he was trying to be sexual, because he licked his lips, but i his hand was a leg-bone, approximately the length of a femur. It still had blood, from what you saw squirting out of the raw flesh.

You shiver, and try to turn away from the sight. This causes the shackles around your wrists to squeal, causing you to look up.

Now, you see that the shackles are rusted, and loosely bolted to the wall. You pull, grunting as they cut into your wrists.