Buried

They marched me towards the pit, strong muscular arms clutching a pressure point between my neck and shoulder. I winced when the squeezed and my knees buckled from the pain. " Why wouldn't they just kill me first!" I would suffer, I knew it. I'd slowly be deprived of all oxygen as heaps and heaps of soft earth cascaded upon me filling my mouth and piercing my eyes. I would gasp for air, my breathing would become slow and deep as i struggle to hold on to the last few breathes life could offer. My fear mounted , as my arms and legs were cuffed. There would be no escape.