It's been a long winter.
You're stretching out in the brilliant summer sun. The weather is finally pleasurable enough for you to fully extend your limbs upward, through the soft breeze, where sunlight soaks in to your skin and kisses your form with its licking warmth. You love the summer. It's the season for chasing tail and bad decisions.
Something wrong is happening.
Someone has you by the head. Massive, rough leather surrounds your face, your mouth, and your entire scope of feeling, in fact. You feel as if you might suffocate, but that's the least of your problems. There's a biting, vicious pain in your left calf muscle, and then your right ankle, as well. Something's opening up your skin and rending it aside. You've lost the ability to stand, and you hear your severed foot and half-leg drop below with a sickening SMACK. It sounds like a butcher slamming a heavy iron tenderizer in to a massive slab of pork. You're being jerked upward, higher and higher. You'd be flying, if you weren't hanging by your neck, pinched between two hard surfaces that feel like the arms of a rough-hided beast. Your vision is going black, but you know there's more to come. Today started out as such a nice day, didn't it?
Your eyes open again, and your surroundings have changed, but not for the better. You sit in the middle of a giant, cylindrical glass cone. You try in vain to scramble up one of the sides, clinging to the perfectly smooth, cold surface with your hands. You have no feet, and therefore your ability to gather leverage against the glass prison is virtually impossible. You crumple back to the center of the glass bowl, helpless and defeated. This could not possibly get any worse. But now, you can feel the hairs on your head, singing, burning, on fire. The smell of your burning flesh makes you sick, but euphoric at the same time. At least soon, this will all be over.
You've read that third degree burns are the worst pain in the world for those who manage to survive them. You know that in the next few seconds, your entire form will be engulfed in a blazing inferno. You can feel flakes of yourself falling to the glass. The clear black walls of the cone have turned a brilliant red, now, glistening with the burning moisture and hydrogen contained within your body. You have fully combusted, and yet you are not gone. You feel like you're floating. You've been jerked through the small hole at the center of the circle. Something terribly strong has a hold on you, now. You feel no hands or touch on your body because you don't have a body, after all. You are now a vaporized spirit, doomed to float around in transparent nothingness. But, for some reason, your life still has not ended. Perhaps you have not yet accomplished your purpose.
You've crested the light at the end of the tunnel, and the overwhelming heat has lifted. You are in clear air, now, but only for a fraction of a second. You see two massive, cracked surfaces, one over the other, with a slight gap inbetween them. This gap is utterly dark and widening by the split second. You know that the force is too strong for you to resist, and soon you are plummeting through the blackness. As you fall, you are adjusting to the darkness. The walls of this massive well chasm are covered in something red and sticky. Pustules of pulsating, living tissue. You've been ingested by someone, or something, that is beyond your scope of comprehension.
You are still flying through the wet chasm at speeds unknown, but soon, you are rising.... faster and harder than you fell before. You're being ejected, pushed out to dissolve and waste away in the atmosphere that you were once fully enjoying a few minutes ago. As you rise and begin to fade in the air around you, your consciousness catches a last image of your captor. You can hear his voice in the distance.
"Hey man, you want another hit?"
-Credited to Violent Harvest
You're stretching out in the brilliant summer sun. The weather is finally pleasurable enough for you to fully extend your limbs upward, through the soft breeze, where sunlight soaks in to your skin and kisses your form with its licking warmth. You love the summer. It's the season for chasing tail and bad decisions.
Something wrong is happening.
Someone has you by the head. Massive, rough leather surrounds your face, your mouth, and your entire scope of feeling, in fact. You feel as if you might suffocate, but that's the least of your problems. There's a biting, vicious pain in your left calf muscle, and then your right ankle, as well. Something's opening up your skin and rending it aside. You've lost the ability to stand, and you hear your severed foot and half-leg drop below with a sickening SMACK. It sounds like a butcher slamming a heavy iron tenderizer in to a massive slab of pork. You're being jerked upward, higher and higher. You'd be flying, if you weren't hanging by your neck, pinched between two hard surfaces that feel like the arms of a rough-hided beast. Your vision is going black, but you know there's more to come. Today started out as such a nice day, didn't it?
Your eyes open again, and your surroundings have changed, but not for the better. You sit in the middle of a giant, cylindrical glass cone. You try in vain to scramble up one of the sides, clinging to the perfectly smooth, cold surface with your hands. You have no feet, and therefore your ability to gather leverage against the glass prison is virtually impossible. You crumple back to the center of the glass bowl, helpless and defeated. This could not possibly get any worse. But now, you can feel the hairs on your head, singing, burning, on fire. The smell of your burning flesh makes you sick, but euphoric at the same time. At least soon, this will all be over.
You've read that third degree burns are the worst pain in the world for those who manage to survive them. You know that in the next few seconds, your entire form will be engulfed in a blazing inferno. You can feel flakes of yourself falling to the glass. The clear black walls of the cone have turned a brilliant red, now, glistening with the burning moisture and hydrogen contained within your body. You have fully combusted, and yet you are not gone. You feel like you're floating. You've been jerked through the small hole at the center of the circle. Something terribly strong has a hold on you, now. You feel no hands or touch on your body because you don't have a body, after all. You are now a vaporized spirit, doomed to float around in transparent nothingness. But, for some reason, your life still has not ended. Perhaps you have not yet accomplished your purpose.
You've crested the light at the end of the tunnel, and the overwhelming heat has lifted. You are in clear air, now, but only for a fraction of a second. You see two massive, cracked surfaces, one over the other, with a slight gap inbetween them. This gap is utterly dark and widening by the split second. You know that the force is too strong for you to resist, and soon you are plummeting through the blackness. As you fall, you are adjusting to the darkness. The walls of this massive well chasm are covered in something red and sticky. Pustules of pulsating, living tissue. You've been ingested by someone, or something, that is beyond your scope of comprehension.
You are still flying through the wet chasm at speeds unknown, but soon, you are rising.... faster and harder than you fell before. You're being ejected, pushed out to dissolve and waste away in the atmosphere that you were once fully enjoying a few minutes ago. As you rise and begin to fade in the air around you, your consciousness catches a last image of your captor. You can hear his voice in the distance.
"Hey man, you want another hit?"
-Credited to Violent Harvest
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