Creak-Creee-Creak

Rusted iron gears grinded roughly against each other, working against the pull of my arm. My weary limbs began to give out as they were stretched to their limit. My eyelids struggled to stay open as it became harder and harder to keep consciousness. When I finally resigned myself to my fate, I heard a light clinking sound coming from where my hands were pinned above me. In a last...