Chapter 105

"Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people"

-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

I was half conscious and saw that I was being carried through the thick dark clouds to some other part of hell. I was too exhausted to fully open my eyes. On top of that the pain around my arm was almost unbearable.

The journey didn't take long. Before I knew it the Watcher dropped me, and the impact of hitting the ground must have knocked me out again.

Moments or hours later drops of cold water woke me up. I sat up abruptly, realising that I was all alone. The pain was even worse than before. Parts of my skin were hanging off my arm and the wound looked like it had already gotten infected. It felt even worse than it looked.