Then suddenly, shadows started dancing in front of him. His eyes widen as he knows the final event is about to start, so he quickly and finally gathers and puts everything he has into this try, and again shoots his hands in front, putting everything he has in pulling away the rope from its hoist. When he falls this time, he hears a breaking sound coming from his wrist, and when that happened, he screamed out so loudly, he didn't know he could let out that kind of noise that was so loud it was deafening. He kept screaming out in pain at how painful his wrists felt. How he felt like it's about to rip off. He feels his tendons feel like they are tearing. And tiny needles feel like they are puncturing him from the inside (Broken bones stabbing him from the inside). It hurts!!! That's all he can think about. That's all that is going through his mind. While swinging around and spinning, the robed figures finally light up the fire behind them, and the fire in front of him. This snaps him out of his pain screaming session, but when he tries to move again, he just goes back to screaming.
With every swing and twist, a spark of pain shoots through his entire body, making him know nothing but pain, and let out a loud scream and grunt to respond to every swing and twist. Trying to desperately relieve it with them, but it's insignificant. The figures are standing there, silent. He knows he doesn't have much time left before they start chanting. Just a few moments. Memories of him being stabbed in the chest flash before his eyes again, but this time, instead of giving him determination, they only induce fear in him. He is scared. In pain. And panicking. He doesn't know what he should do at all, and tears again fall from his eyes, but they are soon stopped by the shock he feels due to the figures starting their chants. Their voices make a symphony that sends a shiver down his spin. Fear grows exponentially in his mind and heart and he can't take it anymore! His heart is beating so fast and hard that it literally might explode. No matter how much more pain he feels, he still pulled himself up, his fear over powering the throbbing pain.
His fear made him put his all into putting all himself up in this final act of pure utter desperation. He looks up, tears filling his eyes as they fall into the tub under him, but he blinks them away constantly so he can see the rope and watch it move as he looks up this time while pulling himself up. He doesn't feel his hands at all now. He hasn't felt them at all since the beginning anyway. Maybe it was all for the best as this pain is horrible, so if his hands were also in pain like this, he doesn't know what he would have done. He slowly keeps pulling himself up, desperately trying to fight the agony he is in. When he thinks he has pulled himself high enough, he shoots his hands out while pulling his head and legs back subconsciously, as he has always done to keep balanced for a moment to be able to pull away the rope, but this time, when pulling his body back while pushing his arms out, he is now looking up, and what he sees takes all the hope he had out of his eyes. The rope didn't even move an inch. Now even slightly. Not even insignificantly. It just swayed in its spot. All the noise he had heard from it was just it moving in place. This last pull was the strongest one he has done, which means if it didn't move the rope, then there was no hope for escape...
When he fell back down, his wrists crackled again, and that made him scream loudly again, a song of pain. He swings and spins, and the robed with his axe starts walking to him. When he finally is able to stop screaming from all the pain and control himself again as his wrists now are growing more and more lumb to the pain that he is feeling less pain now, or was it because the inside of his wrist was so destroyed to the point that there was nothing left to feel pain. He didn't, nor did he care. All he thinks about is him asking himself, why should he fight this? This is a hopeless situation. There is nothing he can do. All that will ever happen to him is suffering. That is all there is in this world. Pain. Suffering. Anguish. So what's the point in fighting when it will all end the same. Now matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. It all ends in me suffering. So what's the point? He falls deeper and deeper into a pit of despair. A pit of hopelessness where he can see any light at all. He stays silent for a while, as the steps of the robed figure with his axe get closer, but he doesn't hear them while slowly his spinning and swaying slows down. He is just hanging there, slowly swinging, in pain, and hopeless. His face is now emotionless, dead, with nothing in his eyes, as they are now completely empty.
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NO!!!
NNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I won't lose hope!!! Even if I try and fail!!! Even when nothing seems to work!! Even when there seems like there is nothing that could be done!!! I won't lose hope!!!! Even if this situation feels impossible!!! Even if it seems like there is no way to get out of here!!! Even if it looks impossible to win!!! I will still try again, and again, and again till I find a way!! I won't lose hope!!! I will never lose hope!!!! This situation is an almost impossible to win scenario… (Slight chuckle) Sounds fun.
He says those words to himself. They feel improvised, but familiar. Like he said things like this before a million times. Like it was his literal determination talking. Some of it might not make sense when heard, but all of it to him just feels… right. "Like this is who I am", he says to himself. He then sees that the figure with his axe is now standing right in front of him, and he is actually starting to hear the chants of the rest of the robed figures. He didn't notice that it was this close to the end from how much despair and hopelessness he felt. How out of touch he was. Thus for some reason excites him even more, like finding something new so fascinating. When the figure is now on his first chant, Saif remembers what he will do next, and how he will put his axe into his chest. From that, he starts to laugh hysterically. He started to laugh a laugh that was one that sounded like pure insanity. So loud, so full of madness, as if he lost his mind. As the figure in front of Saif was about to lift the axe up, he stops mid lift, probably from surprise from how he is just laughing at his situation. Or maybe was he intrigued. Intrigued by his insanity. He doesn't stop himself any longer anyway as he thinks he went insane from his situation and just lifts the axe up, and before he can swing down, Saif slows down his laughing quickly and for a moment just stays silent with his smile gone. He then looks towards the robed figure, his head not lifted, only looking with his eyes, and a wide smile on his face that is showing his teeth, but one that should have reached his eyes, but isn't, and his eyes are almost fully wide. the robed figure freezes for a moment as his stare, not out of fear, but out of curiosity to what will come after it. Saif suddenly then breaks the silence between them, with the chants of the rest of the figures in the background, he then asks the robed figure in a calm, yet excited voice, "Wuuieee arrrr uouu dhdoinngah zeth? Iee ssserruslieee dddonntah guhguheettt itttah. (Why are you doing this? I seriously don't get it.)"