Boom. Boom. Boom.
"Where am I?" Was what he wanted to say but his tongue, it seemed, had swelled inside his mouth. He opened his eyes, fear energizing his body. Colors swirled around his head. Below him ground passed by quickly. Piles of pine needles and leaves stared back at him as he traveled upside down.
"Mmph!" Gagging, he drew in a deep breath, cool air stinging his nostrils.
I am upside down. He thought, as the smell of smoke filled his nose.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The drums sounded louder and clearer now. He looked up, tears stinging his eyes as he saw his hands and feet tied to a thick wooden pole.
What is going on? Why am I here? Who's doing this to me?
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Two tall figures stood in front of and behind him, breathing heavily and grunting with the effort of carrying his body. In the dimness he saw their outlines, huge arms and heaving backs, thick horns curling back over their heads.
"Mmmrrphng!" His shout did little, but elicit a sharp grunt from the form at his feet. Their pace quickened.
Boom. Boom. Boom. The light began to brighten, dancing over the trunks of passing trees. A cloud of smoke passed over the three figures. The man looked past the figure hauling his body. Ahead of him flames danced in an open pit, great branches piled on one another, blacked by heat.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Figures danced in the light, twisted and shimmering around the open flames. His entire body started to shake. He could see two large iron poles, with forked tops, on either side of the fire now.
"Hhhrrrghng!" He screamed, but only strangled fear leaked through. "I'm going to die." He though, as the light became unbearable to his eyes.
I'm going to die.
The men holding him lifted the pole even higher, flames reached for him.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I'm going to die.
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