Two Years

The uncomfortableness reached such a degree that I want to stop, but like I do every day, I bore it.

There is nothing I could do other than that. I need to practice this method; it is the only way I will be able to successfully reach level 3 of it. Making it even harder for those searching for me to find me.

A minute passed, and then another.

Things have become worse and worse. Sometimes, I would nearly slip, but I would take control before things became worse.

Finally, it ended, and I heaved a sigh of relief. It is becoming very dangerous.

'A few more days,' I said to myself and slumped on the floor.

I wanted to sleep, but I controlled the feeling. I just need to bear for a few minutes before it will vanish.

Like my other two methods, I had been practicing the methods every single day for the past two years.

I had not missed even a single day.