Only when her stamina was completely wasted and her arms felt like they would fall off did her hands brushed something other than rope. Despite her arms feeling like they'll be detached if she put even slightly more force into them, the dislike of the things below her pushed to to put in one last spurt.
It felt hard and sturdy, like a block of concrete but flat and thin, like the floor of a high-end house. She quickly gripped onto it with both her hands, and with the last milliliter of strength left in them, pulled herself up. She crawled up onto the sturdy platform and then kicked with her legs when they were on the platform. She was already breathing heavily from her long-ass journey but still turned around onto her back to catch a glimpse of where she had come from and whether those things would follow her up here.
