Gemotions

The steel doors slammed shut with a metallic clang, the lights flickered, and then died. Amelia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Darkness. Absolute, suffocating darkness. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers clumsy, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "Hello?" she called out, her voice thin and reedy. “Is anyone there?”

Silence. Only the faint hum of the elevator’s machinery filled the void. Her breath hitched. She could feel the dampness of her palms against the cool, unforgiving metal walls. A wave of nausea rolled over her.

“Damn it,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She had to stay calm. Stay calm. She repeated the words like a mantra, but her gaze darted from the ceiling to the floor, searching for any sign of escape. Anything.