My lump body slams into the hard wooden wall as his deep dark chuckles arouse from his mouth. I fall helplessly onto the floor. My energy has long been drained. Time has slipped. Death has a tight grip on me.
His fist impacts my body one last time. The pain radiates from the wound, sending me over the edge. Time seems to stop. I feel the blood rushing from to the wound. I feel my head pounding with the sound of my heavy heart beats. I hear the sharp shatter of various bones in my body. I feel my little energy fall away from me in a flash.
This is it. This is the end. This is death. Despite the pain, I almost want to welcome it. Welcome the end of my life. Welcome the end of my breaking.
I stare into the great abyss of my mind, fixated on not blinking. I can't close my eyes. If they close, they'll never open again. My eyes begin to water, begging to shut.
Short breaths escape my lungs. My air begins to close as I make my decision. I'm giving up.
My eyes slowly close as I take in my last picture. I hear my last sound. I taste my last douse of air. I smell the last scent of musk and dirt. I feel my last bit of oxygen flowing over my body.
Just as my eyes shut, I hear a different sound.
A door.
And then I slip away.
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