Crying, I wait patiently for him to untie me, which he does with a few quick slices from a wicked looking hunting knife. Then I rise on trembling legs and shake my limbs, trying to work some feeling back into them.
I lift an arm and wipe my nose and face on my sleeve then slowly begin to pull my arm out of the top, one sleeve at a time. Once my arms are inside the shirt I pull it over my head, then set to work on my jeans with trembling fingers. Unfortunately, my fingers are so numb that it takes several minutes of fumbling before it becomes clear that I'm not able to to it myself. Openly sobbing now, I looked at my captor with tear-filled eyes.