Amid the chaotic and disorienting grip of the unseen hands, Liz's panicked breaths turned into desperate pleas.
"Let go! What's happening?!" Liz shouted, her voice drowned out by the still-thumping music and the ambient noise of the crowd.
The ethereal hands remained silent, their firm grasp unyielding. Liz's eyes darted around, searching for a familiar face, a shred of reassurance, but the pulsating lights and dancing shadows offered no solace.
"Sam! Saaammmm!" Liz cried out, hoping her voice would cut through the oppressive atmosphere.
The vibrant dance floor had turned into a haunting tableau of her worst fears, and Liz fought against the invisible restraints, her mind racing with a mix of confusion and terror.
Immobile and breathless, Liz's heart raced with fear.
She strained against the phantom restraints, her mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
