Pain, soreness, taking over.
I looked around trying to move but I’m stuck. Stuck in a glass cube like a bead in a rattle. Any smaller, the walls would squash me like a lemon squeezer.
Without warning sloppy, stuff runs over me. I stare into the reflection and slime covers me. At first I think it’s fun. I play with it happily, until unexpectedly slime dripped through the top of the cube. It was filling up, surrounding me, leaving no room. It was like a bath filling with water except there is no way out when the cube was full.
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