I never expected that I would be betrayed by Harold, that worthless guy. It was like capsizing in the ditch.
The pit was pitch-black, and I didn't know how deep it was. Could it be some kind of trap for hunting wild animals? I wondered if there were any spikes below. Was today the day I die here?
As this thought crossed my mind, I suddenly felt my back slamming into the ground, as if hit by a motorcycle, causing excruciating pain.
However, I seemed to be lucky. Although the pit looked dark, it wasn't as deep as I imagined, and there were no deadly traps.
But I couldn't let my guard down. Holding my breath, I resisted making any noise, except for the painful cry when I fell.
I realized that my situation was precarious, as Harold might resort to dropping heavy stones on me. I couldn't
