Probably. Sounds like an ending.

Content Warning: ****, ****, Slavery

I wake up to a world of pain. My neck, my hips, my knees, my shoulders and my elbows all feel like they’re on fire. I look to my sides and realize I’m in total darkness, unable to see anything. I can’t move my arms or legs. I’m unsure how I’m restrained, but there is pain, and there is no movement.

“Hello? Help me!” I shout. Unsure who can hear me in the darkness.

A sharp pain from a thin piece of wood, like a staff, or a cane, erupts on my cheek, causing an additional burst of pain from my neck.

“Silence, fool!” An aged gruff female voice commanded. “Look around you… Nobody is coming…”

My eyes flit from side to side, “I can’t see anything in the dark here…”

“Hmmm… vision impairment… now the yelling makes sense.” I could hear movement as the woman move beside me. “Tell me, does this hurt?”

I felt the coarse gnarled wood touch my neck, and then and explosion of pain erupted so intensely that I think I screamed, but the sensation of being struck by lightning persisted for what felt like an eternity.

“Oh… your neck is still broken… I’ll have to set it before it’s mended.” I could hear the woman cackle under her breath. There was a rustle of fabric, and a nauseating smell filled my nostrils. “Put this is your mouth and bite down if you need to. If you do a good job I’ll give you a little treat…”

Her words sounded sinister. “What are yo-!!!”

Before I could ask, my mouth was filled by a warm spongey mass, my tongue probed and could detect a soft, leathery texture, paired with a salty and sour taste that made me dry heave around the mass. As I gasped for air, I could smell the horrible odor as if it was emitting from directly in front of my face.

I retched, but the mass remained uncomfortably lodged in my mouth, jabbing at my throat. I felt her thin, wrinkly fingers positioned against my jawline as she said, “Bite down now…”

I felt the pressure on my jaw as she pulled my head, and the the pain started. I bit down hard on the mass, my teeth pushing hard against its surface, but not breaking the surface.

“Yes, girl… just like that…” The woman’s voice sounded like she was shuddering. I felt her moving my head around in excruciatingly agonizing circles. I bit down over and over.

Then I felt it: a thick, slimy, bitter ichor emitting from the mass in my mouth. I choked on the slime, but it kept coming. As the pain continued, I bit down on the mass until I passed out.

WIP