Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

me in heavy chains. “You lost the right to that word,” I whisper into the mask.

Then, the world goes black.

I am trapped in a void of muffled sounds. I feel no sharp pain, just a terrifying, violent tugging deep within my abdomen. It is the horrific sensation of my body being emptied. Voices yell in clipped, frantic bursts. I hear suction. I hear the continue reading …