'If I don't do this, it would be all over.,' Colt whispered to himself.
Hell was a cruel place. It was as if the wrung out every drop of energy out of them making them work day and night like slaves. And even when that wasn't enough they invented those weird potions to leach them off even more.
It was all a whirlpool a vortex that kept sucking you in. From a young age you are made to believe that if you didn't work your ass off there was something wrong with you.
Such was the forced stoicism that was imposed upon them. It was like a rat race and the fun fact was, that even if you won the race you are no different than a rat and you are doomed to die a rat's death.
