Having taken the month off for the sole purpose of travel and writing, I am currently a significant way through the actual novella, and can now give a title, that of this blog post: Force of Hell.
Here is a very small taste, and I mean VERY small taste, of the novella.
The chants. The altar. The torturer. The fire. The water.
Too much. Too much.
What did he have to do escape this place?
“Kill. Her. Kill. Her. Kill. Her.”
That’s right. He had to kill her.
“Kill. Her. Kill. Her. Kill. Her.”
But he didn’t want to- Pain stabbed through his broken chest.
“Kill. Her. Kill. Her. Kill. Her.”
“If I do...?”
Silence filled the never-ending void and the flames began to diminish. The torturer stepped back. The pain, although still excruciating, seemed to ease slightly. His answer.
“Y- yes.”
Pain stabbed through his head and he screamed.
“YES!”
“Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!”
“YES!” He screamed. “I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her! Stop, just stop. PLEASE!”
A crushing mass of water crashed across his body and then...
Awake.
And lying in a pool of vomit.
He had to do something...
Kill her.
But how?
However I can.
When?
Now.
Why?
To stop hell.
He glanced at the time. Two oh-six am. Plenty of time.
Well, here's hoping to a finished product soon! In the mean time
From,
One very excited writer!
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