Iron chains rattled on your wrists and ankles. Not tight enough to be painful, but impossible to escape from. Particularly with your limbs spread apart the way they were. The thick chains were connected to spikes driven deep into the stone. The chains on your wrists stretched diagonally above your head, and your ankles likewise were held apart from chains diagonally below. You had just enough length to very nearly touch your hands or knees together – but not quite.
They had chained you face down, the only possible movement being shifting from being bent over on your knees to laying on your stomach. The high mountaintop plateau was rocky, but this area with covered in well trampled dirt so it was soft enough to be at least moderately comfortable.
As comfortable as you could be, laying nude in the dirt, with your ass up and exposed to the windy breeze. Not that you had much choice in being here. The village had found a dragon’s nest, and everyone knew that a restless dragon was dire trouble. It needed to be appeased, and there was only one way to do that. When you drew the short straw, they assured you that you shouldn’t worry. It would probably only toy with you for amusement, rather than eating you outright. Not exactly comforting.