~Prologue~
My leather covered hands bury themselves more into the scorching sand. Not only have I been abandoned, but with nothing. Making me hate myself for being so stupid, and I need to pee.
My bare stomach lightly grazes the sand and it sends a horrific burning all through my body.
I just want to lay down and go to sleep, I'm so tired.
Eventually my arms are going to give way and let me get eaten, it will hurt, but not as much as me being in this position for days waiting for a saviour that will never come.
Thinking about it more like that, it would be easier to just die now.
I debate my options and then I begin slowly lowering my body onto the sand. I let out a yelp as my stomach connects with the devil himself, I bite my lip and continue to let out my pain with loud and uncomfortable groans through gritted teeth.
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