Bludgeoned to unconsciousness.
Broken, not another word.
I can barely seem to breathe.
They want us all to suffer.
Footsteps sound distant in the fog as my cold, pale body drags along the soil.
Time seems nonexistent.
Seconds feel like hours days.
The rope grows tighter around my hands.
Behind my back.
Pulling just hard enough to break the skin.
We stop near the water.
I feel the rope loosen.
I lie motionless.
The tape is removed from my eyes.
From my mouth.
To reveal the devil themself.