"Oof!" my body was swinging a few feet above the churning sea of boiling lava. The heat made my skin crawl. I wish I could run away from this seemingly awful nightmare.
But there was no escape.
A small rock protruding from the side of the path that I had no idea where it led to saved me from being plunged right into the sea of fire. The worst of my imagination didn't come true.
At least there was that.
But the problem was, I had nowhere else to go.
I cannot climb up, and I cannot go down either. If I suddenly grew wings, that would solve my dilemma all at once.
Yet, this was no fairytale.
"Dammit," my mind couldn't think of any appropriate curse, and to be honest, I'd been using that same word for a while now.
"Trial my foot. This is just plain torture. For what? For their entertainment?" the thought warranted my frustration to flare up. "Hey!"
