The writhing snake
made him feel uncomfortable. He was sweating like mad unsure what to do. His
heart was pounding, the hair on the back of his neck rising the tension
building when he came closer to the darkness. The light getting dimmer he was
going down. Quicker and quicker. His eyes growing drowsy shuddering as the lift
took him down at 1,000,000 mph to his doom it felt like hell everywhere it grew
hotter. He couldn’t move he couldn’t shout he tried to live the rest of his
life. The lit stopped. A voice said malevolently “Once only once.”
Jack Hyde
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