Rigid

==Matteo==

Hot molten magma churned in my stomach. And intermittently, a surge of steam would rise. This was how best I could describe what I was passing through. My insides were screaming for help. My skin was drenched; it'd become a brackish surface. I tossed and tossed, not knowing that I'd gotten to the very end of the bed. Before I knew it, I was on the floor. I dug my fingers to the carpeted floor, grunting. The sounds I was making were becoming more animalistic.

I squeezed my eyes, my way of bottling up the pain. Respirare, inalare. Respir… A sharp pain shot from my stomach; I grunted. Coughing out loud, I rolled on my back, assuming the pose of a foetus. My fingers were getting rigid now, and they hurt like white hot iron.

Respirare, inalare. Respirare, inalare. I shut my eyes so hard that the pain in my head reappeared. Then, I heard it. Again.

The knock.

Fuck. God help those morons that worked for me. Oh fuck, the way I was gonna deal with them…