His After One Night
“Can you handle the pain, though? A fresh batch of snakes will be released every six hours. We happen to have a lot. Be a darling and help us exhaust them, okay?”
“No!!!” He groaned and pressed himself against the rusted bars. “Get… Argh!”
One of the snakes had bitten him.
He fell with a thud and gripped his foot in distress. At the same time, the second snake struck.
Nine Edwards cried at the top of his voice.
His pain sounded like a melody, and I briefly wished I could show Carrie this view.
But I can't. Even though she's healed, I don't want her near anything or anybody from those dark times.