Pressure all around me, holding me in place. Strange sensations prickling over my skin and tickling at the edges of my thoughts.
I couldn’t see, couldn’t move, couldn’t
. Where was I? What was happening? How could I get free?
Just as the panic started to grip me in earnest, the pressure around me abruptly loosened. I started moving right away, adrenaline lending strength to my limbs as I frantically dug through the…
What the hell?
But then my head broke free of what I now knew was sand, my confusion swept away by an overwhelming wave of relief.
Being free — and, y’know, not being in imminent danger of asphyxiation — felt so good that I was almost tempted to take a moment to relax and enjoy it. Almost, but not quite.
Because that was the moment that my brain
started working again.
I realised exactly what had just happened to me.
And just how very badly I was fucked.
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