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Added 2023-07-15 14:00:02 +0000 UTC6.2 Hell
If this was hell, it was silent. And it
was wet. Water had broken his fall.
Not enough water.
It had all been happening so fast. In
the same split second, superstition
already flooding his being, his legs
had broken into water. The spray of
cold water shocked his torso, splashed
up at his face. His feet hit rock
bottom, shocked his knees had
crumpled under him. Pain snapped up
the length of his backbone and
smashed an iron fist through his brain.
His legs collapsing, shocked, scared,
Graisingh’s body had scrunched up,
throwing his head forward. His face
smashed into rockwall.
Pain flooded a body already weakened
and tortured. For a long time
Graisingh could do no more than hang
slumped off his overhead arms. Head
reeling. Heaving for breath. His blood
racing. His face glued scraping against
the rockwall. Up to his knees in water,
his legs could find no strength.
Not the entrance to hell. They had
thrown him down a well. It took some
time. A long time exhausted and
unable to move. Hung there.
Expecting any moment a serpent from
hell to take a bite out of his neck.
Blindfolded, unseeing, his exhaustion
had given in to panic.
