Grey grunted, his palm and knee pressed so firmly against the ground he couldn't get even a little breathing room between his skin and the ice cold marble.
'You've got to be kidding me. This still wasn't enough for you all?'
He struggled to pull his head up, only to see that the stairs practically went off into infinity. He couldn't even take the first step, how was he supposed to walk the rest of the way?
"Not today you bastards."
Grey didn't walk up the stairs. He crawled.
He'd be fucking damned if he lost here like this.
'Just wait until I get up there. If there's another ass to kick, it will be kicked.'
It was practically impossible to lift his hands or knees, so he didn't. He slid them forward, and then when he got to the next stair, he lined his body up parallel to it and then rolled himself up back first.
At some point, Grey realized there was no point in facing the stairs at all anymore, so he crawled with his side first one step after another.
