Your lungs are burning, sweat is dripping down every inch of bare skin. The stench, mingled with other subtle and potent smells makes it harder to breathe in the precious gulps of air. Just a little bit more of this, and that’s it. No more. But a small part of you, deep down, suspects you’ll be right back here again eventually.
What is the POV doing?
What do they believe doing this achieves?
Do they want to be done with it?
Where are they?
Are they alone?
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