Trapped (100WordStory)

Trapped. Abducted. Encased in some disgusting, putrid substance. This isn’t even a room, more like a coffin. How can it be so dark? Feel the walls… No gaps, no doors, no escape. Don’t think about how it feels—organic. Somehow breathing, alive. So cold here… Who did this to me? Why am I here? Last thing I remember? Hiking. Then the light. “Who are you people? Let me out! I have rights!” Listen. Something coming. Oh no, oh shit!  I shouldn’t have— What the hell is that?! “No! No! Stay away! Noooooo!”

 

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