clawing oneself out of the abyss [voice post]
[There is no video feed this time. Just the grind and grit of gravel shifting, the dripping sounds of water and Break's laughter. His voice misses 'merry' by a long shot. He sounds like he might be going into shock.]
What lovely, lovely, lovely hospitality.
[Whispering conspiratorially to the device. Every breath he takes hitches, catching in his throat.]
Though I must say, I wasn't even offered tea.
[Breaking silence this soon is risky, but Break might be desperate. He has nowhere to go, and won't last out here like this.]
What lovely, lovely, lovely hospitality.
[Whispering conspiratorially to the device. Every breath he takes hitches, catching in his throat.]
Though I must say, I wasn't even offered tea.
[Breaking silence this soon is risky, but Break might be desperate. He has nowhere to go, and won't last out here like this.]