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Pulled to Safety Into Hell
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I Wish I Died That Day
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"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times.

"I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right. He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.

Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn.

"What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.

Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. 

He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.

The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

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