Seconds Later

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The last thing I heard beat my eardrums worse than the poison: a jackhammer working hard. Then stone exploded into rock as a rescue party rushed into the chamber. My death chamber. The last thing my eyes washed over happened not to be the tardy assemblage of locals coming to my aid, but instead I stared at my phone a few feet away. My muscles throbbed as all I could do was point to my device as I slipped into convulsions, eyes glazing over.

"A mmm-mm-messsssssage. Mmm-my messsssage."

Heat rushed over my body, burning inpainful waves as the venom ran its course. In my final moment, I prayed that the afterlife would be everything thatmy parents had promised.

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