10 Worse than demon. (1/2)

The pain dispersed and melded with fear. Such revolting mixture froze my body but stimulated my heartbeats in which its loud and jerky noises cloaked my eardrums. Holding my breath, I was able to move less. There must be some anesthetic in that dirty cloth like in movies so I had better not breathe it in. But my best record at breath-holding was only thirty seconds and that was with lung packed with oxygen and staying still. Fright and panic had already reduced my limit to only five seconds and I began to sniff.

The bearded guy tied my ankles and wrists keenly while the other put a big cloth bag over my head. Gnashing my teeth with the sting, the agony, the fear, and the grudge, I could merely watch unable to do anything. Everything felt so numb. I couldn't manage to think of a single joke to make me feel better. Finally, they tied the knot and carried me up. I stayed as still as I could. Partly, because it was really hurt and I was so scared.

This is serious, right? Not just a film-shooting or reality TV show?

I half entered into a trance. The drug must have already taken its effect. My eyelids seemed to gain weight while I tried my hardest to resist. I couldn't fall asleep now. Or I wouldn't get to wake up again!

I have to call now. Call Dylan. Before everything's too late. Isn't the contract with demon for a moment like this? I have to use him at last. I wanted to sigh but I couldn't. Shit!

Eyes were almost fully shut when I tried to raise my hand and realized they were tied. Ow, shit!

It was too late as darkness devoured on me.

A thudding sound waked me up. But I wasn't sure if it was just a dream because it was pitch black.

The clattering noise continued as I scanned through the curtain of darkness. Slowly, I could feel my hands in a weird angle…and there…legs. Ok. Let's see if this really is a dream or not.

Two fingers pinched on my thigh.

Ouch. So this isn't a dream! Then where am I? Why is everything so dark?

I got up and earned in return another big OUCH!!!!

My head bumped into something solid right above. So I'm lying--but in what? Why does it seem so narrow?!

I swept my hand all over the place and found that both of my wrists were still tied and jammed up against my body. Wedged in a tiny space, I started to feel pins and needles rushing up from the feet. I tried to get my hands out of the rope, succeeded with more pain and blood. At least, they were free now.

One more thing I knew was, I was still in a cloth bag. I grabbed part of the fabric as much as the space allowed my hand to move, flinched at my chafed wrist, and used all my power to tear it out. Putting the cloth away from my sight, I tried to get up again and got another bump with the confining wall. I squinted at the pain on my forehead and reached out. This place was so small and the walls were closed in in every direction. It's like…like…I'm lying in a very small box of my size. Like…like…don't tell me this is a coffin!?!?

And that constant irritating noise…don't tell me they're burying me alive!?!?!?

No, no, think on the bright side…I CAN'T THINK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE! IT'S SO DARK HERE!

I began to get really scared.