Surviving the Feeding Pit

It’s been three long months since my last update, and I can barely put into words the nightmare I’ve lived through. I didn’t expect to survive to tell this story, but somehow, I’m here, writing again. I’ve seen horrors I wouldn’t wish on anyone, and yet I’m still breathing. Today, I share a piece of that hell of my time in the feeding pit.

I remember it clearly, the moment that changed everything. I had fallen asleep in this grim new world, only to be violently ripped from whatever fragile peace I’d managed to find. One minute I was unconscious, the next, I was pulled into a tight, suffocating sac, unable to see, to fight, or to scream. I felt myself tossed, landing hard, the impact jarring my bones.

When I finally regained my bearings, I realized I was in a deep pit, the walls of dirt closing in around me. It was like a grave, yet somehow, even worse. The stench of fear, sweat, and desperation filled the air. There were about fifty of us crammed together, all terrified, asking the same question: Who dug this pit, and why were we here?

As night fell, the truth revealed itself in the most terrifying way. The creature from the cage what we had only heard before was the queen. She was not like the others. This alien, with her monstrous jaw and hovering presence, made even the soldiers seem like merciful gods in comparison.

Each night, she came to feed. Not like a predator on the prowl, but like a queen selecting her feast with cruel deliberation. She hovered over the pit like a lioness, her breaths coming in long, slow draws as if she were savoring the scent of each terrified soul. We could feel her hunger in the air, palpable and overwhelming. Her jaw would stretch wider than should be possible, and with one terrifying gulp, another family would be devoured. Mothers, fathers, children she took them all, night after night.

The pit kept filling. More people and families were thrown in like livestock waiting for slaughter, and yet she was never satisfied. I lost track of the days, but I know at least 97 sunsets passed. The fear of being next was always with us. But one by one, I watched as the others disappeared. My heart shattered with every new loss.

I remember the night she came for me. She hovered just above me, breathing deeply, the sound rattling in her throat as if she were deciding whether I would be her next meal. My heart felt like it would explode. Her warm and humid breath lingered over my head as she savored my scent. Then, nothing. The next thing I recall is the sharp pain as something hit the back of my head, sending me into oblivion.

When I awoke, I was no longer in the pit. I was back in the cold, desolate office building on the same filthy mattress I had once called my "bed." The only thing I could think of was why. Why am I still alive? Why didn’t she eat me like the others? I should be dead. After over a hundred days in the feeding pit, I should be just another nameless victim consumed by the queen’s insatiable hunger.

I’m here now, still shaken, still trying to understand how I escaped that fate. What happened to me in those final moments in the pit? Did she spare me? Was I not worthy of her feast? Or did something more sinister save me from a different kind of torment?

I wish I had answers. I wish I could say there’s some kind of hope after all of this, but all I have is my survival and the lingering terror that this isn't over. Something kept me alive, and I don’t know whether that’s a blessing or the beginning of something even worse.

I’m not sure what happens next. I can feel eyes on me whether they’re the queen’s or someone else’s, I don’t know. All I know is I’m alive today, against all odds, and for now, that has to be enough.

But for how long?

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this nightmare, it’s that survival can be more horrifying than death itself.