"Yah...Yah!"
Her back throbbed to the rhythm of the caveman chant. Her skin crawled and sizzled with pain. Every joint and muscle felt swollen.
The sky boiled red and rose behind the black silhouettes of the trees sliding overhead. Creatures chittered and scuttled and coiled in those twisted branches. And between those trees and her face swayed a column of flesh, broad and pebbled with scales.
"Yah...Yah!"
Hallucinations. Andrea closed her eyes and the pain swallowed her again.
She could not move her arms or legs. She was wrapped, no, cocooned in what felt like mud. The stuff stank like low tide and she was sure she could feel things moving through it. Andrea thrashed and wriggled, but she was weak. Getting weaker. She had to escape. But if she did, Trals would kill her. Suicide by ca
