I'm dazed. My right arm is gone. I lost too much blood. Only a bit further...

  I cannot see. The darkness engulfs everything. Only the damp stone wall of this dungeon guide me. Hopefully in the right direction.

  I'm getting weaker. Step after step I lose more and more strength. This hallway seems endless. Maybe I should rest a bit? No, Akhul would just be disappointed again. I got to bring this journey to an end.

  Finally, a wooden door. It's locked. Luckily I still have some gunpowder left over. Please let it not be too damp. I push a little bag of gunpowder in the keyhole. Igniting it with a match is harder then I thought. I keep the matchbox in my mouth and the match in my left hand. The match strikes it once... twice and it's ignited. I hold it towards the bag and as soon as it catches on fire I try to get to cover only to fall down. My eyelids are so heavy...

  BAMM The keyhole explodes, pushing the door a bit open and shaking me back awake. Slowly, I crawl along the wet stone floor towards the now open room. My right stump is scraping along the floor making my exposed tendons and nerves flare up in pain. I grit my teeth and push forwards. The explosion seemed to have attracted him again.

  I close the door behind me and push a light crate in front of it to prevent it from opening. He is coming closer. I sit down on the ground and rummage through my backpack in search of a new dose of Laudanum. I hate the taste of these, better then dying though.

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  My hand gets a feel of something glassy and cold. I get it out and remove the cork with my mouth and gulp it down in one go. While the taste is disgusting, it's working fast and well. Fucking expensive too.

  I let the liquid take effect while I feel it cooling my throat. Breathe in... Hold... Breathe out... Hold... and repeat until the mind settles.

  He draws closer, making the walls shake with every step. It would be more terrifying if something of his size wouldn't make any sound at all.

  "Intruder! Face me now!" His deep and distorted voice makes the surrounding area shake, yet I sit still. The medicine is truly wonderful.

  He continues to stand in the hallway before huffing and going away.

  "Ah fuck", I mutter to myself. I rummage through my backpack again and get a semi clean cloth out. "This is going to hurt a fucking lot. Shit". It must be done, otherwise I will die. My left hand trembles as I pull out my knife. I put it next to my right stump. Oh shit, oh fuck. Even with the medicine I'm loosing my cool. "Breathe in... hold... breathe out... hold... breathe in..." I slide my hand to my belt and unbuckle it. After folding it a few times, I pause. Calming myself one final time.

  I place the belt in my mouth and ram my knife into my right stump. The pain is immeasurable. I cannot pause. The first nerve falls to the ground and I move on to cut the next thing out. I cry wildly as I butcher myself. Better then leaving it out and suffering from necrosis. The squelches and squishy sounds ring through the whole room, making it a disgusting musical number with my sobbing and muffled screams.

  After what feels like eternity, I'm done. I wrap the cloth around it and lean against the crate. And before I could do more, my eyelids fall shut.