It was only mildly upsetting for Tyler to discover that he was no longer at the peak of his performance when he was finally allowed to wash himself like a human being instead of being hosed down like a dog. He had rubbed away caked layers of blood and human excrement to find out that his hard muscles were now replaced by soft and bruised ones and that the bones of his body were now close to the surface of his mottled skin but the sight of his abused body did not faze Tyler in the slightest. This was not the first time his body had been in such a state and the former Army Ranger highly doubted it would be the last. Having been a Prisoner of War before, the atrocities that happened to him in dark rooms were not as disturbing as they were the first time around. Out of everything that had happened, the only thing that Tyler found disturbing was that it all occurred on American soil, if that was where he still was, and couldn't help but wonder where did his beloved brother leave him to die now?
For the hundredth time, Tyler glanced around the empty room and shifted into a more comfortable seated position on the floor, causing the shackles around his wrists and ankles to clink. It had been a rather long time since he was escorted from the showers of the basement and was told to wait quietly for another escort to take him wherever but his patience was beginning to wear thin. Exactly how long were they going to make him wait and when was someone going to tell him where the hell he was? The only time he had been released was during some battle royale, where he reigned supreme like a gladiator even without the support some shmucks had. Admittedly, the event had sparked his curiosity and interest about his new surroundings and Tyler begrudgingly decided to be on his best behavior to learn more.
When he heard the locks of the door become undone, he sat up a little straighter and became more alert as he directed his gaze towards it. The calm and neutral expression on his face almost immediately turned into a loathing scowl when the door swung open and Tyler recognized the person who came in and began awkwardly moving onto his feet, the shackles restricting his movement somewhat. “Where the fuck am I?” He practically snarled at his brother.
