XENIA
My mind was stuck in a never ending loop, the worst kind.
I was trying to breath and failing woefully. There was not enough air, or so my lungs and claustrophobia told me as I struggled to find any.
The fear eating at me was so real that I could feel it pulsing in my veins, the same ones that might soon stop transporting blood and fluids if died in this godforsaken tiny space. But I wasn’t going to go out without a fight so I wielded all of my strength and banged the door or whatever metal was blocking me in.
“Open up!” I cried, my voice muffled by the tape that was equally restricting how much air I could access in such a small cranked space.
“Please!” I begged, shaking from the strength I was everting by speaking when there was barely any feeling in my joints.
Instead of the
