It is up to my waist now, I have no hope of escaping.

Only thing left to do was throw as many insults to that fucker as possible.

But when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. Just the sound black mess tightening around my legs. Just the sound of ropes clenching my wrist.

Just the sound of death hanging over my head.

I know where I’m going. The shit is at my chest now. I know where I’m going, to claim I didn’t would be arrogance. I’m going to the furthest corner of hell, to sit. To sit and watch as eternity passes before my eyes. The only thing left to do is show my regret. I’m sorry. A part of me wishes I never hit her, another part of me is glad I can finally escape this life.

The black tar reaches my mouth. The Watcher raises his night black hand, and moves it towards my eye.

Fingers extending, he slides himself into the back of my eye socket.

He gently pulls.

I feel no pain.