Fvcking think... I was lying on my left side, facing the descending staircase. My katana laid a few steps below me, and I was constantly being poked by this sadistic fvck that thankfully hadn't shocked my heart into cardiac arrest yet. Chances of help arriving would probably be close to zero due to me jumping the gun, and my anger and rage had simmered down to sheer spite despite my hatred for the fvcker about to kill me... Electricity...
Electricity...
*Zap*
"Ngghhh!!!"
Fvck! My chest almost seized up as I felt the substantial shock run wildly through my torso. I was pretty sure my heart skipped a few beats and almost stopped due to that stunt too.
That was the wake-up call. I had to move now before it actually happened.
Forcing myself to throw my weight downwards, I managed to unceremoniously tumble a few flights-worth of stairs, hopefully towards my discarded katana. Meanwhile, the electricity ravaging my body was still in full effect for some reason.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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