John was coming to terms with the fact
that he was chained in a stone chamber. For some reason he could deal
with that. What he could not deal with was not knowing where he was
or that he was alone. “Where am I?!” he demanded until he was
sobbing.
There was a metallic sound then a
voice, “Hydrogen cyanide, my friend.” Immediately, gasped. The
force of his coughing doubled him over. He wasn't dying, but the pain
was driving him into insanity. He started slamming his head against
the stone floor. He continued until his forehead collapsed, caving
in.
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