Chapter Sixteen
Ethan was wrapped in threads and they were pulling him down, down, down into the river. His eardrums and lungs felt like they would burst. It was pointless for him to cling onto life until the very end, he knew, yet he couldn’t help it. A part of him continued to fight against inevitability.
Where were the threads taking him? To a gaping maw on the river bed where he would be eaten alive? Or would they squeeze him ever tighter and tighter, biting through his flesh, slicing him into pieces?
Panic forced his eyelids open. The river water was murky and stung his eyes. The current as well as the predatory threads was pulling him. He couldn’t hold his breath any longer. A bubble of air forced its way out from his lungs. He fought the urge to breathe in. He was dizzy and sleep
