He shifted until his back settled against the wall, shivering a little as the cold, muddy stone touched his bare skin.
He would have wrapped his arms around himself to shield his unprotected body from the chill, but as he had spent so long with his arms held above him in the restricting chains, he was steadily getting used to it. After a few more minutes, he would start to lose feeling in one hand, the thick metal shackle pressing against his wrist, and he would have to shift again. He didn't like shifting back onto his left side; that was where the majority of the wounds were, and although they continued to sting no matter what he did, leaning his weight onto that side caused them to sting even more.
He wished that they would at least have given him a blanket or something. He had originally believed that, with the claims that they had made, they would at least have done something for him. Not that they were obligated to. He also thought that with everything he had done for