Gemotions

The world shrunk to the confines of the box. Her palms were slick. Her breath hitched. The sudden stop had jolted her. It was the same as all her nightmares, the crushing weight, the suffocating enclosure.

"Well, this is just peachy," Tom said dryly. He leaned against the wall, seemingly unfazed.

She, however, was unable to find such comfort. She wanted to scream, to pound on the doors. She took a step, then another. She pressed herself against the wall, trying to create more space, more air.

She could barely breathe. Each beat of her heart was a hammer blow against her chest. She needed to get out. She wanted out. She had to.