Gruffalo-Soldier [2020-05-04 11:49:44 +0000 UTC]
The smell of a tanned leather and warm vinyl filled Nanà’s nose as she lay in the darkness.
She could feel the leather bag that was wrapped tight round her creaking against the distended cushions in her new prison.
The words of her captors ran through her head.
“Careful how you struggle” they had laughed,
“You wouldn’t want to fall through”
What could they have meant?
She wiggled her hips a little to ease the pressure but stopped as she felt her butt slide downward with a creaking sound that shocked her with its volume.
Realisation chilled her!
The cushions held her above a pit of smothering plastic sheets!
Frozen with fear she held herself rigid until her lungs demanded oxygen.
A slow exhale.
Ok
Deep inhale.
CREAK!
She froze again as her left shoulder slipped down.
What could she do?....
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