The walls are screaming. The air is toxic, suffocating me. The asphyxiation, like gravel has filled my lungs. The lights laugh mockingly. The floor is caving in, dragging me down into the depths of anguish. I'm trying to claw back up, but my nails are breaking. My body's shaking. Vibrant angry reds, yellows, blues, flash violently. The floorboards cries are so loud, so abhorrent. I can't get out. A demon claws into my back, and tilts it's head towards my ear
"She knows. She knows."
My ears start to trickle a foul tar.
"She knows. Sheknowssheknowssheknows"
Vile blood mixes with the tar, and it's bleeding faster. Thousands of sharp needles jabbing, stabbing in my eardrums.
A sickness rising in my stomach, cruel creatures dancing around, jeering.
"She. Knows."
A fist slams into my gut. Pus and tar emerge from my mouth, covering my vessel.
Oh god, it's too much.
I'm drowning. Wasps are buzzing around me, their stingers poking, prodding. Impalement after impalement. My body is covered in the thorns of sinners.
My head goes under.
And everything is nothing.
