Otatso Wetlands get up from there

you came early to the gang. children. orphans, mostly. but occasionally they'd just be stolen, collateral for a job gone bad. you came up hard and you came up early. colt himself had been in the former camp; who needed a ma and pa when you had the gang to beat anything too soft out of you?
it was what had been done to him.
it was what colt had been doing to indra.
he lay in his wet layers and cocooned.
his breathing was a slow shudder. but it continued, and eventually the eye blinked open once more. all he felt was agony. all he smelled was mud and the plants that had been put on him.
colt could not even shift from one side to the other. he lay only focused upon the expansion of his lungs.