Vlad kept his promise. He untied Alvaro's hands.
Alvaro immediately moved and sat on the edge of the bed, as far away from Vlad as possible. He rubbed his sore, red wrists. The ropes had only been loosened a few times when he begged to go to the bathroom. When he came back and was tied up again, it hurt even more.
He looked down at his body, covered in bruises that were starting to darken. He grimaced, hoping Huron wouldn't see them.
Alvaro searched for his clothes. He found them neatly folded on a small table. But when he tried to stand up to get them, his legs shook. He collapsed to the floor.
"Shit!" he muttered weakly. He had never felt this weak in his entire life. It was like all his bones had turned to jelly and wouldn't obey him. His head felt incredibly heavy.
What was wrong with him? He stared at his trembling hands, struggling to hold himself up.
