8.01.5.4.1-2
Added 2023-04-15 02:00:01 +0000 UTC5.4 Passage to hell
He told himself not to let it get to him.
Captured, tightly confined. Stuck in
restraints from which there seemed no
escape. On the way to ‘hell’. The
way they had him constrained, it was
clearly important to someone these
thugs got him there. For what?
He could dismiss their talk as just
jibing. Trying to put one over on him,
try to get him scared. Them getting
off on having a royal prince in their
grips, to do with him as they pleased.
This talk of hell just another way of
them making themselves feel big.
Graisingh’s arms, raised above his
head, the wrists trapped in the roof of
this damned cage - they felt like iron.
Weighty, almost impossible to keep
above his head - but he had to, no
choice.
He told himself not to be afraid. He’d
handle ‘hell’ when he got there. No
point in worrying, getting nervous.
That was the way he had always
handled his challenges in battle.
