A howl went through Caine's soul, rising from the innermost depths of him. His senses blended together, a kaleidoscope of sound and sight and smells, blending into senseless stimuli. There was a flash of red-hot pain.
Then there was nothing. No pain, no sights and sounds, no feeling at all.
Caine opened his eyes.
He was back again in the darkness. But it was different than the dark of his cell. This was Darkness, in its purest form. Caine had died once again.
He shut his eyes, or he thought he did. Shivers wracked his body. He waited for it to be over. Soon, that familiar pulling sensation would set itself inside his body like a hook and drag him back to the world of the living. That was his only comfort in the endless abyss and he clung to it like a lifeline.
But time stretched o
