Rise Again
Inspiration:
"*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*"
Culmination:
That fearful shape was gargantuan from my current perspective, a titan's fist descending swiftly upon me. I could only watch, wide-eyed, as it fell, as it struck. My whole body shook with the impact, and my eyes rolled momentarily to the back of my head...but only long enough to distract me, not nearly long enough to knock me into blessed unconciousness.
It struck me again, the monstrous creation, over and over, always in the same general location upon my forehead. The feeling of its cool texture, like wet rubber perhaps, would spread as the shockwaves spread through me. Just as the pain would fade, it would strike again. That delay was the most tormenting part. Hours, days, how long had I been here? I, a modern Prometheus now, chained to his slab and struck repeatedly by that viscios eagle. I watched it rise, fall, strike, rise again. I could not rise.
Who would enact such torture? To restrain a body so perfectly, to do the math necessary for this. Why such an inane act? Did they mean to drive me mad? Perhaps I already was. What other explanation was there for my current state.
Utterly restrained, and watching the viscious red rubber ball strike me again and again. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
"*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*"
Culmination:
That fearful shape was gargantuan from my current perspective, a titan's fist descending swiftly upon me. I could only watch, wide-eyed, as it fell, as it struck. My whole body shook with the impact, and my eyes rolled momentarily to the back of my head...but only long enough to distract me, not nearly long enough to knock me into blessed unconciousness.
It struck me again, the monstrous creation, over and over, always in the same general location upon my forehead. The feeling of its cool texture, like wet rubber perhaps, would spread as the shockwaves spread through me. Just as the pain would fade, it would strike again. That delay was the most tormenting part. Hours, days, how long had I been here? I, a modern Prometheus now, chained to his slab and struck repeatedly by that viscios eagle. I watched it rise, fall, strike, rise again. I could not rise.
Who would enact such torture? To restrain a body so perfectly, to do the math necessary for this. Why such an inane act? Did they mean to drive me mad? Perhaps I already was. What other explanation was there for my current state.
Utterly restrained, and watching the viscious red rubber ball strike me again and again. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.