Sneak Peek of Tiefling Troubles Ch 23
As previously promised, here’s a teeny tiny look at the next chapter of Tiefling Troubles 💕
A sickening, teeth rattling jolt and deafening screech of metal mark the end of your horrible plummet.
You register no pain from the impact, but you don’t register much of anything at all right now aside from overwhelming panic pressing down on all of your senses.
Heart pounding in a desperate tattoo and stomach roiling violently, you distantly wonder what god you’ve angered to bring such wretched luck down onto your head. Mentally listing all of the possible deities calms the strangling terror somewhat and you slowly become more aware of your surroundings.
The flickering glow of flames are gone. If not for the weakly glowing control panel and your enhanced drow’s eyesight, you’d be drowning in pitch blackness.
A solid heat blankets you, pinning you in place against the cold, unyielding floor, and while this ought to panic you all the more you instead find yourself strangely comforted by it. Lolling your head to the side, you catch sight of the elevator doors.
“Hah!” A near-hysterical snort of mirthless laughter bubbles out of your chest, jostling the boulder atop you until it flinches and shifts.
“Tav?” With a low groan resonating through both of your chests, Zevlor pulls back and plants his forearms on either side of your head, bracing there instead of pressing fully against your front. You suck in a gulp of air greedily, your crushed lungs desperate for relief. “Are you injured?”
“I don’t know,” you gasp, still chortling. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters!” He scowls down at you, his flaming eyes squinted and mouth pursed in firm disapproval.
“No,” you shake your head, the textured metal floor digging painfully into the back of your scalp with every roll. “Look!”
You wriggle a pinned arm free from between your bodies and jab a shaking finger to the side. He obediently turns his head and freezes in place at the sight waiting for him.
The interior sliding metal doors are wide open, offering him a perfect view of flat, featureless stone. The elevator’s sudden drop has stopped between floors, a miraculous mercy mockingly dumped upon your heads.
You’re trapped.
