Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around the twisting tongue.

I set the timer. The silent countdown, with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the twenty-minutes commenced. The ticking and tocking started its merciless countdown.