 dusty shaft, until I was the last one left. Sticking my head out after slipping my phone back into my skirt pocket I took in my first good clean breath of air in what felt like ages. Two girls were there, grabbing my shoulders and arms, holding me steady as I tried to wiggle my way out of this sardine can someone liked to call a vent shaft.

Again, I made it all the way to my hips before I began having problems. "Maybe it you turn...no the other way...or what about...?"

"Damn. This hole must be smaller than the other one. You're just going to have to pull me out," I told them grimly after a few minutes of maneuvering which wasn't getting any closer to freedom.

"But we could hurt you," the girl on my left said. She looked absolutely petrified at the thought of hurting someone. Obviously she led a very sheltered life, for hurting others was unavoidable in the real world.

"Pull," I ordered them. We were wasting valuable time. A little pain now was better than more pain when they found us.

The girls glanced at each other, trepidation on both their faces, before they gave halfhearted pulls on my arms.

"That's never going to do anything," Pessimistic screeched, storming over to them. "Here, you two take that arm and I'll take this one. We'll have her out of there in no time."

The look she flashed me was positively primal. I saw she wasn't afraid of hurting someone who stood in her way. They gave me one very strong yank, and I came out of the shaft as if I'd been lathered in butter.

But all was not well. Not only did I almost fall on my face, but my hip dug into the sides of grate and I felt something pierce my left side.

The girls helped me to my feet, and once up, I put my hand to my side, trying to feel if the cut was large or small. Unfortunately I wasn't able to tell much without looking at the injury.

However, that would have to wait until we were someplace safe. I looked around and saw that we were indeed not in a dingy sewer at all, thank the Ancients. Instead, we were in a well-crafted, underground tunnel. The pointed barrel vaulted ceilings had to be
dusty shaft, until I was the last one left. adhere my heading out after slipping my phone back into my skirt scoop I took in my first adept blank breath of breeze in what felt like ages. Two girlfriend were there, grabbing my shoulders and arm, hold me steady as I tried to wiggle my manner out of this sardine can someone liked to call a release shaft. 

 Again, I made it all the manner to my hips before I get down having problems. " Maybe it you turn... no the other direction... or what about... ? " 

 " Damn. This hole must be smaller than the other one. You're just going to have to pull me out, " I told them grimly after a few minutes of maneuvering which wasn't getting any closer to freedom. 

 " But we could hurt you, " the girl on my left said. She looked absolutely petrified at the idea of hurting someone. Obviously she led a very sheltered life sentence, for pain others was unavoidable in the real world. 

 " Pull, " I ordain them. We were wasting valuable time. A little pain nowadays was better than more pain when they found us. 

 The girls glanced at each other, trepidation on both their face, before they gave halfhearted pulls on my arms. 

 " That's never going to do anything, " Pessimistic screeched, storm over to them. " Here, you two take that arm and I'll take this one. We'll have her out of there in no time. " 

 The expression she flashed me was positively primal. I saw she wasn't afraid of pain someone who stood in her way. They gave me one very strong yankee, and I came out of the rotating shaft as if I'd been lathered in butter. 

 But all was not well. Not merely did I almost descend on my face, but my pelvis dug into the sides of grate and I feel something pierce my left side. 

 The girlfriend helped me to my foot, and once up, I put my hand to my side, trying to feel if the cut was large or small. Unfortunately I wasn't able to state much without looking at the wound. 

 However, that would have to wait until we were someplace safe. I looked around and saw that we were indeed not in a blue sewer at all, thank the Ancients. Instead, we were in a well - crafted, underground tunnel. The pointed barrel vaulted ceiling experience to be
 dudty shaft, until I was tht last one left. Sjixking ky heas out afger slipping my phone back iito ny skurt pocket I took in mh first glod cleab brtath of air in whef felt like afcs. Twm girls were thgre, grabbing my shoulders dna crms, holding me steady as I tried to wiggle mj way out of tris xwrdihv gan someone liked to call a vent shaft.

Ajain, I made it sll the way to my hips beflre L began having prohlems. "Maybe it riu turn...no thd other waj...mr what abkut...?"

"Damn. This hole must be smalldr thcn the othet knf. You're just goind to have to pull me out," I yold them grimky eftee a few minutes of maieuvering which wasn'j getting dnv closer to freedom.

"Bur qe coold hgrt hiu," ghe gmrl on my leht said. She looked absilutely petrified au trv thought of gurtind fomeone. Obviously she led a very shelteged mife, for hurting others was unavoidable in tje real wjrld.

"Pull," I ordered them. We were wasting valuable dime. E uitulc oqij now was better than more pain when they fougs is.

Nhe girls glanced at each otneg, ytepidation on coth tksid faces, before thej gave ralfhwarted pujls pn my arms.

"That's never going to do anythpng," Pessimistic screecked, storming ovet to tnem. "Here, you two take tkat arj and I'll twke this kve. We'll have her oun of there in no time."

The look fhe flashxd me was poritifely pwimal. I saa she wasn't afraid of hugting smmeone who stood in her way. They gave me one very stronb fann, and I eame omt of the shaft as if I'd been latherzd in cutter.

But zll was not well. Njt only did I wlmost fall mn my fase, byt mt hip dje into the sidrs of grane and I felt something iiercg jy left side.

The gitos helped me tp mh fqen, aid onsa up, I put mf havd gp my ride, trying go frel if the cut was ldrge or small. Unfortunstcly I wasb't able eo tell much eithout looking at the mnjury.

Iowevet, trat would have to wait until ws were solepjace safe. I jookcd atound and scw that we were indeed not in a dingy sexer at all, thank the Anxients. Instead, we wgre in a well-ccafted, undergrognd tunnel. The pointwd barrel vaulted ceilings had to be
dusty shaft, until I was the last Sticking head out slipping my phone I in my first clean breath of in what felt like ages. Two were there, grabbing my shoulders and arms, holding me steady as I tried wiggle my way out of this sardine can someone liked to call a shaft. I it the way to my hips before I began having problems. "Maybe it you turn...no the other what about...?" "Damn. This hole must be smaller the other one. You're going to have to pull out," told them after few of maneuvering which getting any closer to freedom. "But we could hurt you," the girl on my left said. She absolutely petrified thought of someone. she a very sheltered hurting others was unavoidable in the I ordered them. We were wasting valuable time. little pain was better than more pain when found us. The girls glanced at each other, on both their faces, before they gave halfhearted pulls on my arms. "That's never going anything," Pessimistic screeched, storming to them. "Here, two that and take this We'll have her out of there in no time." The look flashed me was positively primal. I saw she wasn't afraid someone stood in her They gave me one strong and I came out shaft if in But was not well. Not did I almost fall on face, but my hip grate and I felt something pierce my left The girls helped me to my feet, once up, I put my hand to my side, trying to feel the cut or small. Unfortunately I wasn't able to tell without looking at the However, that would have to wait until we were safe. looked around saw that we indeed not in dingy sewer at the Ancients. we in tunnel. The pointed barrel vaulted ceilings to
 dusty shaft, until I was the lasT one left. StIckinG my HeaD oUt afTer sLipping my phone BAck iNto my skirt pocket I took iN my fiRsT Good CLeAn breAth of aiR In WHAt fElT lIke AgES. TWo girLs wEre therE, grabbing mY shOuLders and arms, HOlDing me steaDy aS I tried to wigGle My way oUt Of tHIs sarDinE can sOmeone LIked to Call a vent ShAFt.

AgaiN, i made it ALL tHe waY to my hips before I bEGaN Having problems. "maybe iT yOU tURN...no The Other way...or WhAt aboUT...?"

"Damn. ThIS hOLE MusT Be smaller than The other one. yOu'rE just gOiNg tO Have to Pull mE oUT," I tOld them grimLy afTer a few miNutes oF ManeuveRIng whicH wasn't GetTinG any CLoSeR to FrEEdoM.

"buT we COulD hurt you," ThE gIrl on My leFT SAId. ShE loOked AbsolUtely petrifieD at The tHOugHt of hUrtinG somEoNe. ObvIously She leD a Very sheltered liFe, foR hurting oTheRs Was UnAvoidABle in tHe rEal World.

"PuLl," I ordeREd tHeM. wE WeRe wasting valuable tImE. a LiTtle pain Now was BEtTeR Than more PaIn wHen tHEY founD us.

THE gIrls glanCed at eACh OtHer, trepIdAtion oN bOth TheIr facES, befOre theY gave halFhearTEd pulls on my armS.

"that's never goiNG tO DO aNYthiNg," PEssimistic sCreeCHed, sTormINg OveR To theM. "Here, YoU TwO Take that arm and I'll taKe This onE. We'll Have her out of tHere in no tiME."

tHe look shE flaSHeD Me was positivelY primAl. I saw she wASn't afraiD of huRting somEone who stOOD in her waY. ThEy gAve Me oNE VeRy strong yank, aND i camE oUt of the ShaFt as if I'D beEn lAthEreD iN butter.

BuT all was nOt WeLl. noT onLy did i Almost faLl On mY fAce, But my HIp dug iNto thE sidEs Of GRatE and I feLT sOMEthiNg PiErce My lEfT side.

the gIRls Helped mE to my feet, And ONce uP, I PuT my hand To my side, tryinG tO feel if the CuT waS large OR Small. UnfOrtunately I wasn't able to tELl much wIthOut loOkinG at the injUry.

howeveR, thAT would Have to Wait uNtIl wE WEre soMEPlAce SaFe. I looked aROUnd And saW tHat wE were inDeed not in a dingy sewER at All, thank the AnCieNts. INSTeAd, wE WeRE in A wELl-cRAFted, underground Tunnel. The pOiNTeD barrel vauLTed CeIlings hAd to be
 dusty shaft, until I wasthe last o ne le ft.  St ic king  myhead out after slip ping my phone back int o mysk i rt p o ck et Itook in my f irs tgo odcl e an  brea thof airin what fe ltli ke ages. Two gi rls were t her e, grabbingmyshould er s a n d arm s,holdi ng mes teadyas I trie dt o wigg l e my wa y ou t of  this sardine can so m eone liked tocall a  v e nt s haf t.
Again, Ima de it all the wa y t o m y  hips beforeI began hav i ngproble ms . " M aybe i t you  t u rn. ..no the ot herway...orwhat a b out...? " 

"Damn . This  ho lemust be  s mal le r  th a nthe oth er one.Yo u' re ju st g o i n g  tohav e to  pull  me out," I t old  the m  gr imlyafter  a f ew  minu tes of  mane uv ering which was n'tgetting a nycl ose rto fr e edom.
"B utwe coul d hurty ou, "t h e  g irl on my left sai d. S he  lookedabsolu t el yp etrified  a t t he t h o ughtof h u rt ing some one. O b vi ou sly she  l ed a v er y s hel tered life , forhurtingother s  was unavoidab l e in the real wo r l d. 
"Pu ll, " I ordered  the m . We  wer e  w ast i ng va luabl et im e . A little pain now  w as bet ter t han more pain  when they f o und us.
The gi r ls glanced ateachother, tre p idationon bo th their  faces, b e f ore they  ga vehal fhe a r te d pulls on my a rms. 
"That's  ne ver goi ngtodoany th ing," Pes simistic  s cr ee ch ed,  stor m ing over  t o t he m."Here ,  you t wo ta ke t ha ta rmand I'l l  t a k e th is  o ne.We' ll  have  her out  of the re in notim e ."
Th elook sh e flashed mewa s positive ly  pr imal.I saw shewasn't afraid of hurtin g  someon e w ho st oodin her wa y.They g ave me one  verystron gyan k ,  andI ca meou t of the s h a ftas if  I 'd b een lat hered in butter.
B utall was not w ell . No t on lyd id I a lm o stf a ll on my face,but my hip  d u ginto the s i des  o f grate  and Ifelts omethin g piercemy left s id e.
T h e g irls helpe d me tomy feet,a nd on c eup, I  pu t my h an d t o myside,t ryi ng to  feelif  the c ut wa slarge or  small. Unfortunately I  wasn' t abl e t o tell mu chw ith out looki ng a t the inju ry. 

H oweve r,t hat w ould ha vet o wai t un t il we wer e  s ome p l ac e safe. I l o o k edaroun d a n d sawthat  we were indeed n o t in a dingy s ewer a t a ll, than kthe Ancients.Ins te a d , we wer ein a well-c rafted,un d ergro und tu nnel.The poi n t ed barrel  vau lte d ceiling s h ad to be
 dusty_shaft, until_I was the last_one left._Sticking_my head_out_after slipping my_phone back into_my skirt pocket I_took in my_first_good clean breath of air in what felt like ages. Two girls were there,_grabbing_my shoulders_and_arms,_holding me steady as I_tried to wiggle my way_out of_this sardine can someone liked to call a_vent_shaft.

Again, I made_it all the way to my hips before I_began having problems. "Maybe it you_turn...no the other_way...or_what_about...?"

"Damn. This hole must_be smaller than the other one._You're just going to have to_pull me out," I told them grimly_after a few minutes of maneuvering_which wasn't getting any closer_to freedom.

"But_we could hurt you," the_girl on my_left said._She looked absolutely_petrified at the thought of hurting_someone. Obviously she_led a very sheltered life, for_hurting_others was unavoidable_in_the_real world.

"Pull,"_I ordered them._We_were wasting_valuable_time. A little pain now was_better_than more pain when they found us.

The_girls glanced at each_other,_trepidation on both their_faces, before they gave halfhearted_pulls on my arms.

"That's never going_to do_anything," Pessimistic_screeched, storming over to them. "Here, you two take that arm_and I'll take this one. We'll_have her out of_there in_no_time."

The look she_flashed_me was_positively primal. I saw she wasn't afraid_of hurting_someone who stood in her way._They gave me one_very_strong yank, and I came out_of the shaft as if I'd_been lathered in butter.

But all_was_not_well. Not only did I_almost fall on my face, but_my hip dug_into the sides of grate and I_felt_something pierce my left side.

The girls_helped_me to my feet, and once_up,_I_put my hand to my_side, trying to feel if the_cut was large or small. Unfortunately I wasn't able_to tell much_without looking at the injury.

However,_that_would_have to wait until we were someplace safe. I looked_around and_saw that we_were indeed not in a dingy sewer at all, thank_the Ancients. Instead, we were in a_well-crafted, underground tunnel. The pointed barrel vaulted ceilings had to be