Poor Saul. He’d been out here for hours like this. He’d gone for a run that morn

Poor Saul. He’d been out here for hours like this. He’d gone for a run that morning to enjoy nature and get a bit of a workout in. Unfortunately for Saul, he had stumbled upon a drug deal in progress - and neither party was pleased to be interrupted.

“Sorty, guys. I’ll just be on my way and pretend I didn’t see a thing,” Saul offered diplomatically.

“Fraid we can’t let you off that easy. Can’t have you blabbing to the cops, can we?”

“You’re right… what do we do with him, then?”

The drug dealer and his client whispered back and forth before grinning in unison. Before Saul knew what was happening, they tied his hands to the trees and, with a switchblade, sliced off all of his clothes. They admired their handiwork, even taking a moment to slap Saul’s bare ass before gathering his tattered clothes and running off.

That was hours ago. Saul was cold, naked, and hoarse from calling for help. He had to give the criminals credit- whenever someone did actually find him, there’s no way they’ll believe his story.