Ophelia didn't have any opportunity to scream. She didn't even have at least a second to process what was happening to her.
When the darkness caught her, there was no more escaping.
The unforgiving arms of her biggest fear were wrapped around her consciousness.
She couldn't move.
… She couldn't breathe.
Soon enough, Ophelia became sentient to what was going on. The night breeze aggressively hitting her back, the coldness of the hands clutching her, the feeling of losing control, those were all the aid of a rude awakening.
She wanted to struggle out of the grasp, but it remained to be a desire. Ophelia stretched both of her hands as if to try and grab one of the soldiers. But they were now far away. What she was seeing, the soldiers being an arm's span away from her, was a creation of her demented mind.
