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Trapped

Posted by Faymondo:) from Cardiff - Published on 05/10/2010 at 14:37
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Sweat rolled down my face, threatening to drip on the floor, alerting my pursuer to my exact location.

My chest tight, breathing short and sharp as I frantically tried to find a way out. There had to be an opening somewhere, a crack, a slit, a hole in the wall, anything that could let a bit of air in.

I could feel the gas burning up behind me, cradling me in its lying wrath, tempting me, teasing me to just let go. I struggled against its power. I refused to be won over. I wriggled around, desperately trying to get away quietly, declining his offer to be caught again.

“No!” I screamed, abandoning all thoughts of hiding and quiet. I dug my nails into the ever growing gas, and fought my way out. It let go simply, a red-herring to my escape. I wasn’t going to get away that easily.

“You can run Roxy, but you can’t hide”, my chaser whispered, like a snake in long grass, calling for its prey.

Tears were running down my face now, my sobs uncontrollable. My feet tripping on every possible obstacle, as if the warehouse didn’t want me to leave, didn’t want me to go. The shadows were whispering to me, alluring me into their dark and unknown world. I looked down at my bloody feet, as they tried to dodge the ever-advancing darkness. The edges like claws, grasping my ankles, trying to bring me down, telling me to give up, to let go, to give in to my pain.

A tap on my shoulder sent a shudder down my spine, causing me to trip and fall into the enveloping darkness. I clutched my side, a dull ache pulling on my insides. I rolled over onto my back, awaiting my pursuer’s raspy voice, as he finally caught his victim. But before I had a chance to cry in defeat, everything went black, leaving me senseless to my surroundings...

Trapped: Part Two

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