"Ahhh!" I screamed in fear, as my bottom dropped onto the ledge, then slipped off to where only my hand was holding on.
"Oh, brother," Brie muttered as she approached me, amidst the terrified screams I was eliciting.
"Bring up your hand," she said. I had no choice but to, but even then, the retraction of my hand caused me to stoop even lower than before.
As if the screams weren't louder, they were bellowing louder than a wolf.
"Oh my—are you serious? Just bring your hand up!" Brie shouted, now flaming with annoyance. I tried and persisted, but my hand could barely even raise. It was as if the bones gained an amplitude of weight from that fight.
"Oh, my Lord, get my hand!" she shouted, as I steadily granted my hand to her, which she grabbed firmly.
She pulled me up, although the sheer weight was a bit of an obstacle for her.
