Derek's POV:

The yellow orb radiated from the east, scorching everything that moved and didn't move beneath it. It was ironic, as bright as the day was, it carried a heavy darkness. Legs moved ever so slowly, forbearing the sting on their soles, collision of weighty chains was deafening, but numb men could not commend it. It was the suffering after all. If only these days could have been aforementioned, perhaps there could have been better preparation...for escape. I looked at all the victims and smirked. This was what he was into. Almost reminded me of myself.

An unforeseen predicament, caused by deceived ears, a foreboding situation thrust into with...