Title: Scumbag Billionaire
Author: Harper Kingsley
Story Landing Page: https://kimichee.com/novel-scumbag-billionaire
He could tell he was naked by the pain of sunburn covering his entire body. His legs screamed when he tried to move them
His entire body felt as if it were covered by a tight leather suit that was shrinking with every minute that passed. It felt as if too deep of a breath would cause his skin to split.
He couldn’t even groan. His throat was so dry it felt torn in places. He could taste the metallic flavor of blood.
Ames didn’t want to move, with how much it hurt, but he knew he had to. If he didn’t save himself, he would die here.
He didn’t have much strength and he could feel it becoming less as he lay on the sand. The energy was being sucked out of him as the sun baked him alive.
It was agony. Every move he made was like a scalpel peeling off his skin. And below the flesh was screaming nerves.
If he didn’t have the memories of the hospital, of the sickness, of the dying… he might have given up. Might have laid back down in the hopes of passing out and dying in his sleep.
But he’d died once.
And however he’d gotten to this place, he would see what happened next. He was no stranger to pain. He could take this much and more.
He just wished he didn’t have to.
It was the dream–the delusion–of a body that didn’t hurt that kept him moving. Crawling up the beach, away from the water to the tree-line and the desperate hope for shade to bring him some relief.
He crawled. And crawled. And crawled.
And he would have cried if he had tears. But he was so dry, the moisture sweated and baked out of him until it was pure will that kept him moving. Only the fire of his soul kept him alive.
Lights and colors and strange fluttery sensations… He felt like he crawled into madness. The heat and the sunlight blazed upon him. The thirst made every bit of him ache from the surface of his skin to the depths of his teeth.
He thought his gums were bleeding. His throat was raw and torn by the dryness. His bones felt cooked inside him.
He was dying.
The sand, rough and white, was like diamonds cutting away at his skin. Scraping, peeling, digging into him.
And still he kept crawling. The delusion of coolness and relief luring him on.
TBC…
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