Chapter 7
Oh god.
It burns.
It burns!
Let it go. It will be over in a—oh god! Oh god! Why?
I can’t think—Ahhhh! All I feel is pain, all I am is pain.
Calm down!
It—owwww. It hurts so bad!
Breathe. Just breathe—
AHHHHHHH!
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MONTHS.
Days.
Years.
Minutes.
I have no idea how long I’ve been in this pit. They burn us. They rip off our skin. Then, they pull us out to let it all regrow again.
Every day, an hour. One single hour when I’m not in excruciating pain.
The worst hour.
I touch my fingers. I touch my toes. I remember the world. I feel almost human. I am almost human, just when I learn to breathe again, and open my mouth to relax, it starts again.
It never stops. The demons inside the pit skewer me with a trident, raise me up into the air . . . roast me like a ma
