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The bigger Scrofus of the two stared down at me uncomprehendingly. "Uh. What?"

I repeated myself, more frantically. "You need to tell the Warden I can ejaculate."

He looked at his companion with perfect confusion on his face. The smaller Scrofus just shrugged. Big Scrofus turned back to me. "Stow it, pipsqueak. Get in line for breakfast."

"But--"

The backhand came out of nowhere and slammed me against the wall with the force of it. Everything went all spinny as I slid down the stones. It felt a little wet. That was probably bad. "Anybody else got something the Warden needs to hear?" Silence in the Den. "I didn't fucking think so. Now line up for breakfast. Fucking crazy-ass morons..." He lumbered out of sight from the door.

Rika and Art were over me, and their faces kept going sideways and back to upside down to... oog...

"What the Hells was that, man?" Art asked, hooking an arm under me and helping me to my feet. My head swam again, and my stomach turned. Ohhh boy, that felt like...

I stumble-ran to the slop buckets and threw up, then I fell over again. "Leon!" Rika looked like she was crying. Or maybe my vision was getting blurry again. Thinking was hard.

"Hi," I said. "You're hot."

She started licking my fur in agitation. "Shut up. You have a concussion. Lie still."

"Gonna miss breakfast," I said sternly. "Important time. Magical. Where magic happens." I rolled over and coughed hard, and more bile came up. I heard a hiss from Rika.

"Your head's bleeding! That bastard. I'll kill him!"

"You'll do no such thing," Art said. "You go after a guard and you're dead in seconds. And how will that help Leon?"

"He hurt my mate," she growled.

"He gets to do that. Alternative is you die, and Leon is left alone."

"Not alone," I mumbled, rolling over and snuggling his hoof. "I'll have you, big guy. But he's right babe. No killing guards. 'Kay?"

Rika scowled. "Fine."

A voice at the door barked, "Oi! You three! Get your asses outside."

Rika bristled, but Art put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on. Help me get him up."

My head screamed, everything exploded into light, and when my vision returned, I saw Art put a hand on Rika's shoulder. "Come on. Help me get him up."

"Owie," I whispered.

The two exchanged a worried glance and slung me over their shoulders, helping me walk drunkenly out of the Den. The Scrofus who had slapped me smirked at my distress. As soon as I was out of the doorway, he kicked me in the back and shoved me down. "Next time you exit with the rest of the prisoners, you little piece of shit. You don't get a naptime just because you got slapped like the bitch you are."

Rika looked ready to throw herself at him bodily, but Art was once again the cooler head. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me. "Help me." She was so furious that she was on the verge of tears. No tears, babe. A few more years in this place, and you wouldn't have any dignity left for them to crush. That would show them.

My stomach tried to throw up again but nothing else came out. From somewhere behind me, I heard a Scrofus mutter to my tormentor, "Man, he looks messed up. The Warden's gonna be pissed if there's permanent damage."

The other Scrofus snorted. "Then that fat faggot can come reprimand me himself. I'm not taking shit from a little pussy because our boss wants him for a pet."

I didn't hear the first guard respond. I guess Big Bad Piggy was the top of the food chain in the guards. I wondered where the captain was; I'd see him three or four times a year maybe, so I knew he was still alive, but he didn't work out here with the grunts. Big important office work probably. If he knew his subordinate had concussed me, I bet he'd toss this fat-necked fuck into the Maw. But he wasn't here, so I was just going to have to live with it.

Art sat me down on a rock and brought me some wilted greens. I made a face at them. Food sounded awful right now. I was glad for the miserably overcast sky; I was absolutely certain that if I could see the sun, my head would crack open like an egg.

Aaaand there it was.

Sure as shit, as soon as I looked up, the clouds parted and stabbed me directly in the fucking eyeball with a ray of sunlight. Before I could scream, the world went bright, my brain went through what felt like a gods-damned meat grinder, and suddenly I was looking at a bleak, overcast sky again. Instinctually I flinched away from it, and just as I did, a single ray of sunlight broke through and illuminated the patch of dirt where we were eating.

What was going on? It was like time was broken.

The Scrofa began dividing us for work rotations. I was on the Maw to start. That sounded like a really bad idea, but forming words was hard and I was in no shape to argue. Art and Rika were, though. They begged the Scrofus assigning duties to let me work the rock pile first, maybe recover from my obvious concussion, but he politely offered to give them matching concussions if they didn't shut their mouths and get to work.

Art looked miserable, but Rika looked almost panicked. She mouthed the words "I love you" to me, and I winked at her. Well--not on purpose. I was having trouble blinking both eyes at once.

I shuffled down the long decline to the scaffolding below me, watching the belching fumes from the Maw roll up into the sky. Like almost everything else at the moment, the sight made me really fucking dizzy. I weaved drunkenly to the right, teetering over the abyss, and then to the left, near the rock wall, but managed to steady myself with one hand and keep moving forward.

When I reached the end of the scaffolding, a cart and pick were waiting for me. I bent over to pick up the pick, vomited on my feet, and felt my vision tunnel as I toppled forward and off the far end of the scaffolding, straight down into darkness that tunneled into agonizing unbearable brightness into--

I bent over to pick up the pick, vomited on my feet, and felt my vision tunnel as I toppled forward and off the far end of the scaffolding. With a panicked scream, I reached out and grasped the lip of the scaffolding and clung for dear life. Another wave of nausea ran through me, and my fingers trembled.

Oh, gods, I was going to fall. I was going to die.

My arm spasmed, my muscles failed, and I fell.

Light. Pain.

My fingers trembled. I swung up, fighting through the nausea as I grasped one of the iron bars that held up the scaffolding. Hold on, Leon. Don't fall. The nausea ripped through me again, this time combined with a violent headache like a mining pick through the brain, and I lost my grip. I tumbled once, twice, and struck the rock wall. I felt something impale my stomach, I felt it oh gods it's not a vision this time

The nausea ripped through me again, this time combined with a violent headache like a mining pick through the brain, and I lost my grip. What? No! The visions don't hurt! How?! I tumbled once, twice, oh gods here comes the rock spike--

I tumbled once, twice, oh gods here comes the rock spike

tumbled once, twice

tumbled

tumbled

help

reach

tumbled

kick off Leon maybe

tumbled

gods damn it kick off

tumbled

I kicked off against the rock wall, but the concussion left me feeble. I was still going to hit the rock spike. I couldn't avoid it. I reached down and tried to push away from it, and to my shock, it almost worked. I didn't take the spike to the stomach, but it impaled me through the meat of my right bicep. Everything was pain. I screamed and screamed oh gods make the pain stop please make it stop

As I dangled from my ruined arm on a spike of rock far down in the Maw, my vision tunneled. Voices yelling from far, far above. Something about rope. Ha. Haha. Yeah. Little late for that, bud.

Darkness finally took me, and the pain ceased.

Sometimes the gods listened.