The men had pushed Heather into the cell and left her there. It was open to the sky, letting the hot sun baked the sandy floor. Four walls of crumbling plaster and brick surrounded the captive girl on all sides. As she fumbled, awkwardly, at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, she could only wonder what they would do with her when they returned...

Just a practice sketch I really liked and thought was worth turning into a full piece. Hope you enjoy! Got a couple more drawings on the way and one of them has a story to go with it.