hours: ?? minutes: ?? seconds remaining Time passed. How much? Jonah wasn’t sure. He groaned and rolled over, or at least tried to, but quickly found that he couldn’t move much because his hands were bound behind him. His feet were tied just as tightly, and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. He tried to spit it out before he realized it was taped in place. What was going on? His knee was a beacon of pain; a mind-numbing ache laced with burning flames of torment. He had never hurt so much in his whole life. And Jonah thought he knew what pain was. Once, long ago, Dale accidentally kicked Jonah in the balls during on one of his drunken binges, leaving Jonah with aching testicles swollen to the size of his fists. That terrible memory of pain didn’t compare to the burning sensation of his knee right here, right now. What happened? Jonah tried to take in his surroundings, but his position kept him from turning his head.
