The pain is unending, just when you think you can bear it, a slight movement from Jess send waves of agony throughout your body like your bones were being crushed all over again.
Unsure as to what hell this is and why are you suffering, you hear a rumbling sound, but not from the outside of this hell scape, but directly and crushingly from above you.
And it didn't take long to find out what the noise was as a hurricane level of force of humid wind is blow directly into you.
Which is the most vile and disgusting smell you have ever smelled, a mix of shit, rotten meat, and spices.
Despite for fresh air, Despite to be free,
Despite for a answer.
The only ones you get, being a second and a third blast of vile gas, with the only mention to this putrid gas chamber torture sending my soul into dread
"good thing no ones home yet,but I must admit I can bearly smell anything,maybe its this new cushion absorbs smells, either way it's supper comfy".
Her bouching up and down slightly with glee to the thought before, paying it no more attention as she watches TV, unaware of pain each bounce just caused.
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