|the naive rebel|
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So, we reach the last chapter of phase I and
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INAAYAT
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All I can feel is darkness, a spine chilling blindness cocooning me wholly. I feel sore, anguished. My skull throbs, my throat is charred and my stomach churns.
I feel squandered. Drunk on suffering, a wave of corrupt blackness ratifies over me and I am drowning...drowning into the deepest trench of black waters.
I try grasping for air desperately, my legs feel hefty and paralysed. I strive to quell the cloudiness, yearning to succeed, to be able to live.
I feel sudden coercion on my eyes, while I strife to open them, but they don't budge. I scramble my feet, tugging and pushing them. Kicking the air, grappling and fighting.
I try again and this time there is a sudden agonising glow. But I lose it before I can envelop it.
And...there is darkness again.
"Aah," my dry throat croaks.
I finally open my eyes, the sharp luminosity hurts me. I combat the pain to keep them open. A sudden yellow light blinds my eyes and I move my head to the right.
Pitch black. The place I am in is completely murky, the only source of light is the amber old bulb swaying over me.
I attempt bringing my hands forth, to rub my eyes- to wipe away the drowsiness. But, they are pulled back with searing pain. My stiff neck allows me to turn a little and I notice my hands being locked by metallic chains.
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