Arthur heaved up and down as he struggled against the crushing gravity of the plane. For some reason, the force crushing against his body increased tenfold, making him sink into his own chair as if he was being pressed by a boulder.
His body felt extreme pain and he could barely hold it. 'This… This is…' He clenched his teeth as he gripped the chair handle to try and keep his composure.
"We are almost past the first layer of the atmosphere." He heard in the microphone.
"Just… fucking hurry!!" He grumbled. He didn't know how he was still awake with all this Gravity force wrecking him but Arthur was indeed still fully awake. What felt like hours was in fact a few minutes of time.
The screams of the passengers echoed in his ears as they were perhaps struggling as he was. It was complete hell for that entire period of time. But, as the pilot had said, the struggle didn't last long.
