I felt the second wave before I saw it.

A heavy feeling permeated the air around me and brought me out from my stupor.

My eyes peeled away from the red dot as I focused on the glowing cloud of light which hung on to me.

It felt heavy and it made me slower.

I was not trying to shake it off of me but naturally I had questions about the mist floating around my head.

I touched the wisp directly in front of me.

It started pulsating.

The beat of which began crushing me.

Red flashed and black supplemented the irregular space within the strange fog.

Pressure built for a few minutes before it seemed to reach the peak. All this time forcing my head down and me onto the ground.

The thumping stopped abruptly. Giving me time to try and get away from the cloud.

It clung and pulled.

Condensed mist filled the area above my head as I slammed into the floor, just taken off my feet by the force from the cloud’s thrashing.

It felt like an attack to me. I had thought the pressure was some sort of test before. But It seemed trying to leave was not allowed.

Why was it attacking me? The display of force told me that whatever this was, it didn’t care for my well-being in the slightest and I had to think of another way out.

An arm which matched the same brilliance of the red dot came to life above. Sharp like knives the claws extended from long black fingers, and a blood red palm.

It waved itself around in the air, the motion… was it stretching?

Were they still not ready to attack me again?

I rolled to the left, and my face hit what seemed like an invisible wall.

Fuck that hurt.

Nose bleeding I was now stuck in place by the no longer transparent walls of red around me.

Mist no longer obstructed my speed of thought or weight however I was still trapped.

Trapped like a Rodent.

Trapped like a Bug.

I flipped it off.

That was apparently the cue for the arm to stop stretching. It reached towards me slowly savoring fear and sweat from the rush of adrenaline that came from being backed in a corner.

It disregarded for my small attempt to rebel was terrifying…

It was Insulting, and the urge to vomit started to rise through my fear filled state.

I want to reject how violated I felt.

But all I can do is stay still.

Still in the face of caressing claws.

Still in the pressure of the red coffin surrounding me.

And Still in front of a mouth of blinding white teeth in front of me.

I blinked

Confused by the sudden appearance of what I assumed was a mouth. Where did it come from?

Probably the same place as the arm, however I never blinked or took my eyes away from the mist above me.

When did it form, and Why was it here?

It took two agonizing minutes of waiting before a face formed to accompany the mouth. If the arm had looked distorted the face was warped beyond what I could really comprehend.

I closed my eyes for the first time. Shielding my gaze from its terrible face. I held my breath and heard it’s raspy voice.