Shane
No, no, no, this can't happen. Fuck no. I shake entirely frozen to the ground. There are two freaking monsters before me. My chest tightens, I get trouble to breathe in my panic.
I hear them speak, but I don't understand them. Then one of them tries to grab me. And suddenly the feeling in my body returns. I scramble backward. Trying to get my feet under me. Just when I successfully get to my shaking legs and try to turn and run. It grabs me, I start to scream and fight. Hot fingers close over my mouth.
I can feel its warm damp breath on my ear. It says something, but I can't understand it. I try to struggle, but the monster's grip is like iron, too terrified to scream and fight anymore, I go limp despair spread throughout me. I don't know how to fight them.
The monster holding me lifts its hand away from my mouth and takes me in its arms like a child. They turn and move to the lift. Oh god, oh god, what will they do to me? How did I deserve all of this?
A sob breaks free of my chest, I start to cry. God, I'm such a weakling, but I can't stop. The terror of the last three days breaks free. Because of my sobbing and crying, it gets harder to breathe those iron bands that are called arms aren't helping either. Spots start to dance before my vision. I get lightheaded...