Gemotions

The elevator shuddered and came to a dead stop. The darkness fell like a physical weight, pressing down on Maya. She immediately felt a tightness in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She took shallow, rapid breaths, the air thick and stale.

She heard a soft whimper escape her lips. Her eyes darted around the confined space, searching for an escape route, a sliver of light, anything. The silence amplified every creak and groan of the metal around them.

She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to physically ward off some unseen threat. Her teeth began to chatter, despite the stagnant air. "Please, get me out of here," she muttered, the words lost in the abyss.