C45 Crossroads

I fought the leather wrapped around my neck, but the chains did nothing more than writhe above me like snakes, clanking out in joy at my fear. My struggle. The air in my lungs was going shallow. I had to get out.

Smoke had filled the room, seeped in through the cracks in the door, and my throat had gone raw and hoarse from inhaling it and screaming with all the life I had left in me