Depths

Tears clog her throat, her screams echo into the chasm, bounce back, weaker and weaker, the muffled voices of her terror abandoning her too.

“Please… please! Don’t drop me!”

Her tormentor laughs above.

She thrashes, searching for anything to hold onto. Meets no resistance. Nothing but empty air.

The depths swirl below, grabbing at her small body, reaching up to claim her. Stronger than she is, so strong, no mercy if she falls. Roaring in her ears.

The hand on her ankle the only thing keeping her from the horror that waits beneath.