I Breathe again. As everything else, it hurts to, but I breath anyway. Pain is not a sign of danger, it's a sign of life.
My consciousness came back slowly,
The first sense to come back was the smell, it was shit. Human feces.
The second sense, feeling. More shit, I was covered waist down in shit.
My ears came third:
"Life's full of shit, now you are partially alive, huh? Alive from the waist down would sound awkard." It was him.
My eyes were fourth, It was him.
Lastly I tasted,
I tasted blood.
"Why are you bleeding?"
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