Just out of reach...

      The cold steel cackles holding me up by my wrists left my dangling 3 yards off the ground to a distance behind me a wall formed by brick was there but it is sturdy as can be. Everything is a blur right now... I feel lightweight, my head is aching for reasons I am not aware of. Is this what it feels like to be hungover? I'm currently wearing a black T-shirt , Olive green cargo pants, black slip on sneakers with a white rim that was followed by white soles which was covered in dust and various other things, obviously worn out. Sadly, my nose is itching due to a single stray strand of my hair wiggling over it, but my hands are together in steel cuffs above my head, it leaves me unable to itch it. I dangle there, like a pinata. My thoughts are going all over the place, I need to focus. I squint to turn my blur of a vision into a clear range, so that I can make out my surroundings, but as it turns out not knowing would've been the greatest possible thing I could've requested at this time, other than not being here or not in chained cuffs.

     The ground was a covered in a huge scorch mark, that astonished me greatly. Around me were a few dozen people also hanging in chained cuffs, but unconscious. The sky was a brilliant blue, making the scenery here off putting but making it seem like a peppy person was putting on a report about how great their life was somewhere else. I let out my first breath from being conscience, it scratched my throat and caused me to wince. I then inhaled the air but it tasted funny, almost as like I was inhaling the smoke from a campfire. The wall I am connected to circles around to the sides of a cliff, in which a single man in possibly his mid 40's stood looking at the scenery. I can assume to believe that this wall was apart of some building or possibly a house on this cliff but I don't really care at this point, there is a lot of people in chains right now including me, to think the obvious, something bad is happening.

     I don't have time to think, but right now he is gazing off at the nonexistent sunset as it is brawn daylight. Assuming he is the guy who chained up everyone, I am gonna go ahead and just decide that my next priority is to get some answers out of him. I shifted my eyes down to the ground and the wall. I guess about 274.32 Centimeters roughly, so a drop of 9 feet. An easy drop, just going to have to land in a roll and I should be fine. I start fidgeting my fingers around the edge of the cuffs then I slowly crawl my fingers to the chain in which I get a grip. I am now reassured that these cuffs have sawed off edges, meaning that these were likely used before for dismantling the hands of people, or cutting them off to free yourself. I can also feel the remnants of dried blood which is a reassuring fact to prove my hypothesis but it bothers me due to this saying this was recently used(I have more information but that's a bore), but the chain is old and melded which means I can't twist and shatter it due to the melds, but I might be able to initiate a swing to the wall in which I can sprint up it and arrive above the connect point between the chain and whatever it's connected to, which will bring me up roughly another 9 feet or maybe even a dozen.

     I could also swing into the wall and break it but that will be rather difficult if i'm not near the weak point in the wall. I could also kick my shoe at the guy, but that's not the surprise attack I am looking for... That's about all my options I would go through with that has that "surprise" element. I pull my arms as apart as the chains will let me then I rotate the chains in my grasp twice before I attempt to either break the chain or initiate a swing, but as soon as I pull my arms I exhaust all of my air, I go light headed, my eyes droop, and my energy comes to a fault, and my arms collide back together to cause the shackles to make a loud noise from them colliding. The man in between his wall of chained pinatas and the edge of the cliff was now alerted of my consciousness. He turns around with a grin, his eyes darting at me even though he is a few yards away I can tell that he knows me.

     "Am I at the... wrong chained up wall?" I blurted out to him in a cheesy but faint tone as I attempt to keep a steady breathing rate due to my lack of energy.