C55 I've survived so much, Ira.

IRA'S POV

The rogue head ordered for us to be tied against a tree bark and left with one of the guards in case I tried something funny.

My hands were tied more firmly than usual, making me wonder if they truly thought I was a threat in my powerless state.

Thankfully, our ugly captor ordered for us to be fed with some water, and that was it. We weren't allowed anything but a few gulps of water