Darkness

“We should kill it now!”

Words?

“Would you kill the golden goose?”

Words in the common tongue?

“If the golden goose could tear me in half with its fucking cock? Yes!”

You try to open your eyes.

“I’m still alive.”

Your eyes refuse to open, you are not even sure you still have eyes.

“Yeah but what if those spells break down next time?”

Yet the attempt seems to have awoken something.

“Then I will get to die whilst getting fucked. Isn’t that the dream?”

You feel...pain.

“I think you are getting that wrong. And besides, they sure as hell are not talking about being fucked to **** by a fucking Minotaur!”

The pain etches its way into the darkness.

“Well people are missing out then. Hand me another bottle, this stuff is still coming out.”

The pathways etched by the pain mark out your body.

“Yeah just take the whole fucking box.”

The clinking of glass.

“You look like you are about to lay a whole fucking clutch of golden eggs.”

You follow the pain.

“Well that potion you made worked pretty fucking well, didn’t it.”

Where the pain goes you feel something like control starting to return.

“Thanks, I guess.”

You feel the outline of your legs, your head and finally your eyes.

“Fuck! Pissing is really going to suck after this.”

You try to open your eyes and they…