The Race to Freedom

Salvo 2

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

He opened his eyes with a start, feeling the urge to vomit. A cold  rough hand gently rested upon his forehead. "Shhhh...." a gruff but light voice hushed him. 

More banging. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! He tried to look up, but his arms and legs were rooted in place. His feet were hanging off the edge into space and his arms were covered in some sort of oily sticky substance. He had no idea what. 

He felt something wet lick the side of his cheek, like a long waterworm slithering along. He realized it was a human tongue. He heard a laugh like bullets being twisted into a screwdriver, and a mutter of something in a throaty mysterious dialect before the banging recommenced. 

He couldn't see much, he just a rough uneven black surface above, lit only by the flickering of an eerily bluish flame. He heard more mutterings to his side. He tried to push his head to the left but found it also was fixed in place with some kind of rocky helmet enveloping his face. 

"Why are you doing this?" He was surprised at the calmness of his voice, or perhaps it was just heightened tension, a perverse form of lull before the storm of terror struck its frightening reign. 

He heard a 'hmm' sound, as if lightly annoyed by a little rat beginning to whine. 

With a whoosh of air, he felt a dark hulking figure above him, and suddenly there was a heavy weight pressing on his midriff. Looking up, he could see her almost clearly. A gigantic mop of heavy frizzy hair, crooked dull white teeth gradually becoming part of a grinning smile. He saw her for what she truly was. An absolute giant of a woman. He estimated she was about 8 feet, possibly even nine feet tall. 

"Lorin" she pointed at herself with a brown finger, saying her name in a deep womanly voice that seemed to echo off the walls like flower petals blown in the wind. She sighed, stretching her back loudly, elbows wide as she loudly yawned and creaked before her eyes, glowing now with the flickering blue flames, re-focused upon her captive. 

"Salvo" he heard himself replying back in a small voice, still sensing the weight in the centre of his body. Was she... sitting on him? He couldn't tell, he could barely look at her with his head rooted upward so. 

She gave another laugh. She was so intrigued by this one. He had such a rampant natural charm to him, she just had to nab him out of the darkness. What did he leave behind anyway? Just one white slip of a human. Though, It was certainly a shame he had to die in her opinion. She wanted to show him. 

With her sigh, he felt a soft but heavy hand on his chest pressing down on his heart before feeling much lighter as she launched herself off him and returned quickly to her incessant banging. Back to the black wall for Salvo. 

But at once she was back. A makeshift axe was being brandished in front of him, its glean and its sparkle glowing like a mini diamond. She placed it against his bare chest, moving it waywardly so he could feel every curve she had delicately and painstakingly carved into it, forcing him to admire the deadly weapon, forcing him to admit that she was skilled in weapons making. She smiled at that, straddling him once more, her great upper body almost reaching the ceiling. The part of Salvo that just wanted to get out and run back to Maria hoped she would knock herself out, but no. She was just looking at him, juggling the axe back and forth in her hand like a bored circus performer. One small warm hand reached into the middle of his stomach, pinching and squeezing. He didn't feel the pain that much, his heart was pumping with adrenaline and anticipation. 

A squeaky giggle erupted from her chest, and he felt her rocking back and forth in guffaws. Laughing away at his death by her hands.