Sam Madley wants your opinion on peanut butter. (justsam) wrote in blurred_lines,
Sam couldn't think. There was nothing in his head except for pain and more pain. He couldn't breath. Every gasp of breath just turned into another scream of agony, as if the noise would somehow do something for the hurt, release some of it.
If it was working, Sam couldn't tell. He didn't know how long it went on. Seconds stretched into infinity and there was nothing but the curse. He'd rather be dead. Surely this could not be worse than death. Now, he would welcome any interim. In some irrational part of his brain, he hated the tears were clouding his vision and hated this man for making him hurt like this. Hated him and everything he stood for.
Finally, a blackness swept over him and he was silent.