Pit

Feeling the fleshy walls and floor undulate as I proceed deeper into the darkness. The acidulous bile bites at my nose and throat, while my eyes weep in protest. Breathing is unpleasant, warm and moist air is saturated with a sickening sweet smell. I wipe the viscous substance from my brow and slowly feel my sense of touch dwindle, I wonder what the long term effects this will have upon me, not like I have much control over the situation. I pause; hoping to hear any signs of life, some indication of what is in store at the end of this tunnel. Deep growing sounds that I seem to feel more than hear is all that welcomes me. I move on, gliding my fingers along the walls to help maintain balance and I move deeper.