Steve Reynolds

Still A Survivor

Tony’s head lolled to the left. He could feel bruises already starting to form on his right cheek. A familiar coppery taste started in his mouth. He hated the taste of his own blood; however, at this exact moment he was glad to taste it. It meant that he was still conscious, despite the best efforts of his captors. He wanted to raise his head to look at his attacker but the receptors in his neck muscles weren’t answering the calls to perform that function. He fidgeted a little, testing just how trapped he was by the ropes. Tony was a lot of things, but right now he needed to be a survivor.