Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #451 #A lick of the cat

A grubby, knotted rag covers his eyes. Bare-chested, revealing grubby but muscular, tanned flesh streaked with blood. Hands tied, he stumbles, only kept upright by the two uniformed, burly, stone-faced escorts at each side. The slow, regular beat of the drum measures each solemn step as they slowly progress towards the upturned, salt-bleached grating.