Where There's A Will: Part 15
Only one drop today.....the plot is thickening. Chapter Fifteen The world was an abyss of black. Then, a puncture wound of light, blooming from a pinprick to an overwhelming flood. A stabbing brightness, an intrusion into unconsciousness. Samson's vision swam, shadows shifting, blurred shapes congealing into a reality too cruel to comprehend at once. His body was heavy, weighed down by fatigue, by something else. He was slumped forward, his massive shoulders drooping, his thickly corded arms pulled high above his head, wrists encased in iron. His knees buckled, his enormous quads trembling as if they’d been suspended in strain for hours. The sensation of cold steel pressed against the soles of his bare feet. He swayed in the dim light, and his hazy focus locked onto the shimmering lines below him. Rails. A deep breath, his powerful chest rising, stretching his broad torso. His head lolled back. The source of the blinding light—a single, merciless spotlight—burned through his retina...