“What the hell?” I shout, before forcing myself to my feet. A twinge comes from my left ankle that leads me to believe it’s at least sprained. Great. The soft ground beneath me sinks, practically swallowing my shoes as I stand. I try to grip the edge of the grass and pull myself up, but I can’t even reach. This thing is at least ten-feet deep, equal amounts of irritation and panic fill me. “Get me out of here!” I demand. “Nah, I think you are right where you belong, but I’m not a total monster. Let me get you something to drink,” Asher says before standing over me, tipping his beer bottle
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