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Draw breath?No, no, no.
Try.
Again.
Sleep.
Wake up. Still in hell.
Misery. Cold, burning, suffocating misery.
Now, a dog.
Barking. Barking so bloody loud. Hounds of hell?
And shouting. Deafening shouting. A woman, shouting in his burning ear. She took him by his burning arm. She pulled.
Pain.He was going to retch. So much pain.
Ceaseless barking. She would pull off his arm and feed it to the dogs.
“Stoker?! Jon Stoker!Stoker!?!?”
Profanity.
“Jon Stoker?!”
He was in hell, he thought, and the devil was a woman.
And she knew his bloody name.
