*Kwish* *Splurt* *Swishhmm*
The noise was what woke me from whatever unending darkness kept me.
*Bshhh* *klllch*
What could possibly be happening? I saw a cobbled stone ceiling above me.
I decided to look down.
Ah. Appears to be a hachet being swung into my guts.
This feels like it should be a lot more worrisome than it feels.
*Bweeck* *Swshhh* *Pwpppp*
The assailor seems to make no notice of my head turning to look down at its handiwork.
Where am I? Why are my thoughts so clear despite the scene around me?
I probably could have tried to vocalize these questions, but upon trying any noise I found nothing to come out.
It seems the only sound this room would accomodate was my innards being filleted.
I tried to move my arms, but could not feel them.
Maybe my legs?
Nope.
Hm.
*Swishh* *Glurk* Kind of surprised I'm still alive in this sort of state.
How long will this last?