Cave Crusher
Deep breaths before the big squeeze. Slight manic panic settles and is kicked down. The cave is pitch black and tight. Leather armour scrapes against rough salt licked walls. Groping through the tunnel on all fours, fingers probing and prodding until the slight entrance is found. A deep breath in and out then the crawl through the narrow crack. Inch by painful inch with arms on sides the crawl begins.
Toes propelling the body forward the scrape and struggle. A sharp yank stops the progress, the body stops moving. The surrounding wall ever so slightly crawls inwards. Panic sets in, fear pulses though. The rocks close in ripping off sheets of skin. Limbs grind against the course cavern. It continues to tighten and tighten. Oxygen runs out, organs fail and the walls wait.
Flesh, muscle and bone are absorbed, the walls take another victim.
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