Take stock… I’ve been bound to a large stone slab. A well dressed gimp laughs at me while some crazy woman with white eyes hovers over with what looks like a large arrowhead. Oh yea, I’m also naked. This has got to be some sort of dream I’m going to have to talk about in therapy…
“Too long, too long have I waited to draw forth a life with this most ancient of artifacts,” Lilly rambles to herself, or at me, I’m loosing track.
“Wait! Stop! Don’t! What!?!?”, I find myself pleading even though this has got to be a dream.
Isn’t it?
She straddles me. The stone arrowhead draws across my chest, splitting the skin.
For a moment I wait to open my eyes and find I’m laying in bed, gotta get up for work in a few hours. But instead, I feel pain. Pain unlike that which I’ve ever felt before… My chest, my insides, burning as she slashes away at me. I smell blood. I can even see steam rising…
I have become nothing more than an unwilling observer of my own death.
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