Chapter 26
Terrified, wide-eyed, hanging onto the walnut headboard with both hands, gripping its wood with fingernails and muscled palms, clawing at its constructed boards, I felt the bed beneath me slide toward the illuminated hole inside the floor. I clutched for my life, panting, out of breath. My heart thudded. My earlobes and cheeks burned. The gravity of the pool caused my legs to start to lift off the bed, and then my buttocks. Had I not clung onto the wooden headboard, the green mass, an abyss of sorts, an opening to somewhere hellish and filled with brimstone, something evil, would have sucked me inside, keeping me forever as its slave.