I'm scared.
It's dark.
I'm cold.
It's angry.
I shiver as I look up at the monolith of a foe. It glares back at me, a low, hearty rumble coming from its throat. I feel a familiar push - the same one that always forces me to fight, no matter how out-matched I am.
I step forward, my limbs shaking as the Push tells me what to do. I try to resist, because I know what will happen if I do. The gears in the monster before me turn in patience.
After several moments of stronger pushing, I finally give in to the Push and do as I'm told. The gargantuan doesn't seem to care, and it swats at me as if I'm a fly.
I hit the ground, sprawled out as I begin to cry in pain. The Push doesn't relent - it gets stronger. It tells me to fight, even though I can't - even though I'm too weak...
The Push gets stronger, and I have to give in. I do as it says, and the colossus hits me once more. The wind is knocked out of my lungs as I'm sent backwards and onto the ground again, my back screaming in pain as it makes sharp contact with the ground. I cough, and blood comes out.
The Push gets stronger. It gets angry and starts to hurt me. I sob as it forces me to fight, makes me fight, even though I can't fight - I can't fight!
The Push doesn't care. It picks me up and throws me back at my foe. I do as I'm told, and I'm hit once again.
The pain is worse this time. I'm sobbing. Coughing blood. Bleeding. My stomach hurts. Everything hurts...
The Push comes again, and it makes me cry more. It forces me forces me forces me forces me forces me...
I can't fight! I can't! Please, don't make me fight! I don't want to fight anymore, it hurts! Please, don't make me fight!
I begin to choke.
Please, I'm too weak! I can't do it! I just can't! I'm not strong enough!
The Push doesn't relent. It doesn't care. It has never cared. It just wants me to fight, fight, fight, fight fight fight fight...
Please, stop! Let it end - don't make me do this! Please...I beg of you...stop...
The Push shouts at me. It roars at me. It makes me move. I sob as I'm controlled, forced to fight - only to be knocked right back down. I feel bones snap, excruciating pain and light filling my eyes as I sob.
Please...let it stop...
The Push tries to make me fight again.
I can't...
The Push gets even stronger.
Please...I can't...
The Push emanates disgust, hatred, rage. I'm confused and hurt.
But...I've only ever done what you've told me to...I've only done what you've wanted...I've done everything you've asked me to do, I've never given up, please...haven't I done enough already? Haven't I earned...your respect?
I know the answer, even as the Push remains silent. I never won. I was never strong enough. I was always worthless.
The Push begins to withdraw, and I reach for it in desperation.
But...without you, how...how will I survive? I...please, don't leave, just don't make me fight anymore...
The Push keeps going away. I sob as I'm left.
Please...I'll die...
The Push finally speaks.
Then die.
My eyes contract, and my heart stops. I gasp, sputter, and sob.
And that's when I'm hit again.
I let out a cry of pain as my chest is crushed. Again and again, I am hit, until blood is flowing from my mouth as my stomach is ruptured again and again. I want to cry, but I can't cry anymore. There's too much pain, and I'm going to die.
It left me to die...
I close my eyes, and the world ends.