[Your collective nightmare on Thursday night is CW: vomiting blood, CW: impalement: Once again, you are lying at the bottom of the pit. Your fingers curl into fists, and as your muscles stop spasming and come back under your control, you manage to push yourself up, through the pain and the freefall-feeling of the lightning that's supercharged your body.
You begin to move forward. Toward the door. Toward freedom. Toward escape. You reach out, your fingertips inches from the handle.
There's a metallic click. And then nothing but blinding pain, as an iron spike lurches out of the ground and through your stomach. Your head lolls forward as blood sprays from your mouth, and you watch helplessly, your feet dangling off of the ground, as the stone floor of the pit greedily soaks up the offering of your blood.
You lift your head and reach for the door again, straining against the spike through you. Another burst of pain, hot then freezing cold, as another, thinner spike pierces through your thigh. Your hands are shaking now, your vision beginning to go blurry and dark. It hurts so bad, that you almost don't feel the third spike pierce you through the heart. Almost.
And then your vision goes black, once again, and once again you wake up whole in your bed.]
THURSDAY
You begin to move forward. Toward the door. Toward freedom. Toward escape. You reach out, your fingertips inches from the handle.
There's a metallic click. And then nothing but blinding pain, as an iron spike lurches out of the ground and through your stomach. Your head lolls forward as blood sprays from your mouth, and you watch helplessly, your feet dangling off of the ground, as the stone floor of the pit greedily soaks up the offering of your blood.
You lift your head and reach for the door again, straining against the spike through you. Another burst of pain, hot then freezing cold, as another, thinner spike pierces through your thigh. Your hands are shaking now, your vision beginning to go blurry and dark. It hurts so bad, that you almost don't feel the third spike pierce you through the heart. Almost.
And then your vision goes black, once again, and once again you wake up whole in your bed.]