A Way Out Through Filth
Steffan With his strength, he could easily lift two or three hundred pounds.
Ordinary iron doors, thick wooden gates, and even massive stones had never been enough to stop him. Throughout countless battles, he had relied on overwhelming strength to break through obstacles that ordinary people considered impossible.
Yet now...
He was trapped beneath the streets like a rat.
The narrow sewer echoed only with the sound of their ragged breathing and the slow trickle of filthy water.
His wounded shoulder throbbed from the bullet wound.
The stab wound in his backside burned every time he shifted his weight.
The lingering smell of dog waste mixed with the sewer's foul odor made his stomach churn endlessly.
But no matter how hard he tried now, the manhole cover wouldn't budge.
His hands pressed firmly against the heavy iron lid.
The muscles in both arms bulged.
Veins surfaced across his neck as he poured every ounce of strength into the push.
"Gh..."
