Much is left for us to figure out: the setting is primarily blotted by dark, the hole in the ground is ominous yet only blankly evil, and the feminine French voice antagonizes the character even as he speaks with some form of familiarity. In other words, quite intriguing. Where did this come from?
Damn, bro, this is intense. I didn’t have the willpower to google one of the French phases but my GOD I am so turned on by your writing.
I spoke the words aloud, but they got lost in the wind. Leaves and blades of grass flitted across my field of vision, obscuring the already muddy issue at hand. If there was a moon I couldn’t see it. If there were stars they hid their twinkling reassurance from me.
Seriously? I wish I could write like you. There is nothing wrong!
(Oh, although I don’t think the French you used is sexy but who cares! I’m in love!)