From Friends To Foe

Third Person POV

Tyler sat on an old rugged chair. His head hung low, and hands tied to the back of the chair with silver shackles that weakened him a bit.

Though the room was fairly lit with the moon light, he was unable to see a thing from the blind fold. His body full of all the lingering sweat and blood his body was covered in, making him rather uncomfortable. This was evidence his body had been harshly beaten countless times and was making him angry just to think of it.

 Acting vulnerable was never his thing. But if he had to trick them into taking them down, he had to play his part. He just hoped help came soon.

 Silence lingered in the air. He had excellent hearing, due to the numerous hours Blake obliged him to practice with a blindfold. He c