Twenty
My eyes stared into the abyss of darkness. I listened to my breath rise and fall, and with all my might fought the wave of emotions that threatened to consume me. The place smelled rotten, not one breeze of fresh air. I cursed my impulsiveness. It had made me a prisoner, tied my hands while this beast named Manasseh roamed freely.
I needed to think. But I was not good at thinking, not a strategist like Caleb.
Caleb.
I clenched my fists at the thought of that coward. And although somewhere deep down in my heart a voice told me it was not his fault, I could not even stand the image of him in my memory.
I needed to find a solution, but how on earth would I find a way out of this place?
Ecstasis.
If I only moved deep enough, my brain would release endorphins and anandamide. They
