#westridge

Part 8, Anaconda

Westridge sat in his field waiting for what was to come and guessed that what those men were planning for them would certainly not be anything pleasant. He looked at the environment silently and frowned as it looked as if something had moved in the middle of the long grass. Something big, dark and oblong. He didn't know if he should have been warned others, but when he looked again at where he had seen the movement, there was nothing anymore but tall hay, shrubs and flowers, and some boulders.

“Sanders and Jones you and that savage, and young Mr. Cale are coming to the temple, Adams, you’re going to watch Mr. Westridge and if he tries anything, well, you know for sure what you should do,” Carl shared his command.

“Sure,” Adams replied, glaring brutally at Westridge. He would surely know what to do and a little more while the others were elsewhere.

Westridge was silent, but could easily read on the man's face that he was guaranteed to take the opportunity and carry out his revenge. And it wouldn’t be any pleasant experience either, he thought and swallowed.

Carl, Sanders headed to the temple, Jones dragging Bira and Alejandro with him, Adams staying to watch Westridge sitting on the ground, hands behind his back.

Eventually, the five disappeared completely from view and only the two of them were open. Adams looked at Wesridge like a beast looking at his prey before his final blow. The man got up and began to step towards his victim.

Westridge followed the man's movements and knew he wouldn't be able to do anything tied up. But what seriously got him into terror was not Adams, but some all-too-familiar dark big reptile behind Adams. He remembered all too well that triangular head, the yellow eyes, and the bifurcated tongue that felt the air.

“You should be afraid,” Adams said with a brutal grin and stepped closer to Wesridge, who tried to retreat in the power of escape, but with his hands tied behind his back, it was very difficult. Eventually, he stumbled on his back and could only stare at Adams and the giant snake behind the man preparing to strike. A horrified fearful squeal escaped his mouth.

Breathing hard, he turned awkwardly to his stomach, from which he tried to scratch his feet, and thus could not see what was happening behind him. He heard the terribly frightened Scream and turned to look. Adams stared at the snake for a moment and then began to run away from the open in horror, his hands fluttering to the side as if the man had taken off. But the snake was much faster and quickly caught the man. 

Westridge could only watch in horror as the snake wrapped around its prey, tighter and tighter. He knew from his own experience how it felt, and really didn’t want to experience it again. The compressive force that caused the blood vessels to bang in the ears and blocked breathing and caused the bones to crumble and eventually rupture. And that pain, he didn’t even want to remember it, it was way too horrible.

His heart went wild, he tried to get up and soon it worked. Still tied behind his back, he began to run toward the building and almost stumbled on his way to Adams' backpack, which had been left in the grass. But luckily he managed to stay on his feet and he kept running until he got inside the building. He ran still forward until the floor of his pool betrayed and he fell into some narrow space with his feet above.

The other leg twisted badly under him and he felt how the bones, as well as the ankle, twisted painfully, causing him to growl in pain. In it he lay, on a cold damp floor in a small narrow space from which there seemed to be no escape except from above. Or at least he didn't tell in the dark if there was any kind of doorway in the room.

He tried to turn to a better position, but each movement caused the pain to flash in the injured leg. So he then just decided to land in his field until he figured out what to do.

There he was, you know, how long until he heard someone moving upstairs. Despite the pain, he forced himself to twist into a slightly better position and looked up. He expected to have seen the light of day, but no, only deep darkness was visible from above. That someone was still moving upstairs, but because it was very dark, he didn’t tell who or what was moving there.

Westridge did not dare to shout, fearing that those men would be there. He was still trying to listen and then he heard the woman's voice and right after the light of a flashlight appeared, which seemed to be moving here and there.

“Help!” Westridge shouted desperately, thinking the person upstairs wasn’t men, but apparently Terri, Cale, and Danny had somehow gotten free and had been following them here.

The voices seemed to fade away as he shouted again. It took a moment and another until the sounds returned and someone noticed this deep pit, now pointing down with his lamp.

“Westridge!” Came an astonished voice, but it was hard for Westridge to see who it was, as the light from the flashlight dazzled his eyes.

“Down here,” Westridge shouted and gasped in pain, “I fell and I think my leg was broken,” he said.

"Is there any way you can get out of there?" Terri asked.

“No,” Westridge said now in a slightly quieter voice, the forces seemed to fade, “my hands are still tied,” he added and tried to look up again. This time he saw Terri peeking gently at the pit.

“Wait a minute, we’ll help you get out of there,” Terri said.

“Thank you,” Westridge shouted in pain and then everything went dark.

Upstairs, Terri tried to stare down and saw that Wesridge was lying motionless, no longer answering her cries.

“Dad,” Bushika shouted, but got no response and began to be seriously worried, “no ... is he,” he began, looking miserably at Terri.

"I don’t think so. He’s just lost consciousness, ”Terri said, trying to reassure Bushika, who seemed anxious and certainly for a reason,“ we would need a rope to get down there without breaking our limbs, ”she continued.

“Wait a minute,” Danny said and began digging into his own backpack, which he had longingly grabbed with him. There were now drinks confiscated from Adams' backpack, as well as some dry food, first aid supplies, and a rope. He handed the rope to Terri and dug up the first aid kit, “take this too, you may need it,” he remarked.

“Let’s lift him up here first, it can be hard to see down there,” Terri replied.

“All right, I’ll put you down,” Danny promised and tied the other end of the rope around himself, hoping the rope would be long enough to reach the bottom of the pit. The gap itself did not seem very deep, fortunately, otherwise Westridge might have died, even though he still did not look very good.

Terri nodded and tied the other end of the rope to his waistband and began to ache downward, with Cale guarding and Danny giving the rope more as Terri descended.

Eventually Terri got to the bottom. She lit it with a flashlight and found that there would have been access from there, but of course it was of no use to Westridge in the present state, let alone that he had been conscious. For the foot looked really bad. The ankle was at a strange angle, as was the lower leg and both were badly blue-red variegated and already slightly swollen.

Terri cut the rope around Westridge's wrists and threw the rags away. Nasty red abrasions had been left on the wrists, as the rope had been quite tight.

To be continued...

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Again so sorry if there is any mistakes or typos in the text. And so sorry that that snake looks so awfully stupid. Of course, I would have been very happy to download better looking snakes into my game if only there were any available, but at least I haven’t found more than two different (and not so good) ones yet. Oh, and a couple of accessory versions, which in turn are so small that they can't, even with good will, be called a giant snake. Of course, if someone wants and bother to make a little better snakes, preferably of course in different positions and suitable poses for the Sims, on the subject, then I would be more than happy. :)