A whip cracked the ceiling above but not hard enough to crack it. Bits of dirt loosened and fell into my eyes.
“MORE!” I screamed.
I started throwing tiny stones at the ceiling, like that would change anything.
I jump up and try to punch the ceiling. It is too high up.
Not that I can see anything, it is pitch black in here.
I danced and jumped up and down and hollered and yodelling hoping the ceiling would fall down. No such luck.
The sounds of a shovel pushing it’s way through loose soil.
It struck heavily like a spoon on the biscuit of the cheesecake.
I straightened my tie and gleamed in the dark.