Tucker Cummings

Chapter 297: Rising Gorge: Apex

In Uncategorized on October 24, 2011 at 8:08 pm

The nausea is unbearable. I know there’s nothing left for me to vomit up, but my throat feels like it’s filled with hot garbage.

The straps are close, so very close, to being loose enough. I can almost wriggle my left wrist out of the restraint, but my legs are still strapped in tight. All I need is to get one arm free, and I can make a break for it.

But my stomach feels so foul, I can hardly move without feeling like I want to die.

Finally, my wrist is free. I turn over, and dry-heave.

The door opens.

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