I heard voices. Tens, hundreds of voices. They were whispers, mostly meaningless. But... most importantly, they were getting louder and louder.
Sometimes, rarely, I could understand what a few of them were saying.
It hurts, one of them said.
Come closer, said another.
Please... die.
Will it end?
Disappear...
Finally...!
Break apart...
Stop resisting.
I'm scared...
Have mercy...
End our suffering...
The voices kept whispering. Behind me, in front of me, under me, on my sides... everywhere.
But that wasn't the only thing that happened in the endless darkness.
There were hands, dark and excited hands. Hands that encircled my whole body, grasping every part of me so that not a single space was left.
The hands that gripped my shoulders tried to dig their nails into my flesh as if they were trying to tear it apart. Then others grabbed my arms, then my legs... even my neck.
