Chapter 27 Tyler's Glory

• Third Person POV
• Tyler hung his head. His wounds were now completely healed. Though the shackles on his arms still held the sting from the tight grasp on his arms, the wound aroundhis wrists unwilling to heal completely. He was tired and sore from being in this position. It had been over twenty four hours since he was brought here.
• His stomach grumbled and his throat felt dry and raspy. Just thinking about food made him salivate, giving his stomach churned from the bitter taste of his own mouth. He had been here for over a day after all.