"No, please don't?" Ema screamed and tried to kick, but could not move a limb. She fought with the belt of the hovering stretcher, struggling to wrestle her way into freedom. But all her efforts were proving abortive at the moment. If they had not drugged her, she was sure she could have felt the edge of the stiff belt, burring itself into her skin. The only thing that seemed to move in her body was her mouth and eyes. Even her neck was stiff on her shoulders, making it difficult for the air to pass freely into her lungs. Her heart was also pounding faster under her skin with adrenalin streaming into every part of her body, making her boil with anger and fright. She was helpless. God, she hated being in this position.
"Please, I beg you. Don't do this." She cried.
