Malaxophobia.
Conidae. Jacqui. Piano. Zulu Jew. Ravi. Ivan.
A pitch black void, save for a dull slither beneath the
door, received her slow senses. Her head staccatoed from side-to-side, twisting
then stopping as she searched into the darkness. A gargantuan hangover
proscribed her thoughts as bright whimsical images spun. Kenneth. Café. Yossi. Da Vinci. A foul gag and the stench of bile
caused her to wretch. The ties that strapped her wrists bit harder with each
wriggle; and as panic set in, she lost control of her quivering jaw. Her eyes
darted hysterically, hunting further into the gloom.
“Help,” she cried. Only a dull murmur escaped, parching her
already dry throat and tightening the gag. Her restrained arms unable to move,
unable to check her watch, unable to scratch her nose, flick her hair or
release the muzzle touching her tongue. She swallowed. Help.
Every perilous breath was at the expense of a heartbeat.
Earthy odours, sweet insecticides and surgical smells seeped into her, while
strange thoughts leached her mind activating more uncertainty.
Carcharodon carcharias, myocardial infarction, malignant neoplasm,
exsanguination.
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