Fear flooded her entire body, and she froze.
Initially she’d frozen,but her mind now raced, full thoughts taking seconds.
I have to get away!
His wiry fingers were strong and vice like as he held her tight, waiting for the drug to take hold.
She struggled against the hand that had closed over her mouth, and the other hand which had wrapped around her body holding her close, but the man’s wiry hands were too strong, and the cloth didn’t move away from her nose.
Air! I need air!
She couldn’t get air. She tried to twist her body, but he leaned on her harder and gripped her tighter.
He was stronger than before.
It might not be him.
But she knew that it was. His hands on her body were familiar and her body remembered the trauma from before.
She blinked twice, hard.
The room was moving, waving.
No, I’m moving.
He had her and was moving her toward the door.
Dizzy.
Her arms and legs grew slow and heavy, as if she were in someone else’s body. Hers wouldn’t obey what she told them to do. Her eyelids were drifting down, also heavy.
Tired.
She fought to keep them open.
As she lost the fight in her body, everything growing heavier, he began pulling her out the door of her classroom and down the hall.
The scent of whatever he was drugging her with made her stomach lurch as nausea threatened. She couldn’t get sick now.
When he got to the outside door, he leaned his back against it and pushed to open it. He’d cracked the door open with a piece of wood earlier, for easy access.
As the door opened, he turned in the direction of her car in the parking lot.
Darkness is coming. Soon I will die. Please, God, someone help me.
Everything threatened to go dark before the lights in the parking lot came on. She knew it wasn’t dark outside yet. The darkness was from whatever she’d breathed in. Whatever he’d drugged her with.
Just before everything went black, she heard a shout.
“Hey!” a man’s voice shouted.
Mortimer tightened his grip.
He’ll never let go. He’s crazy. But someone saw him. Maybe…
She felt herself sag in his arms as she drifted down, hope in her last thought.
As she passed out, her body weight went heavier, making her harder for him to pull.
