As I regained consciousness I was keenly aware of the back of my head before I even opened my eyes. It felt like someone was beating the inside of my skull with a hammer, pounding in rhythm to the beat of my heart. I don’t think I had ever been so aware of anything in my entire life.
I began to become aware of the rest of my body as my brain started to cope with my throbbing cranium. It felt like I was sitting down, but my arms were behind me. I tried to reach up to feel what must be a lump the size of a baseball when I realized that I couldn’t move my hands. With considerable effort I lifted my chin from my chest where it had rested and grimaced as a rush of blood sent a fresh wave of pain across my skull.
I must have let out a groan because as I opened my eyes I saw a man standing in front of me, staring at me with a sideways grin like someone had just told him a joke that was sort of funny but not funny enough to laugh out loud about. He was a mountain of muscle and leathery skin, and from my vantage point he appeared to be over ten feet tall.