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a_time_slipTick. Tock.
Janie blinked, moved her head around a bit. She couldn't recognize the strange sound in the room. Or the room she was in.
Windowless, small. Nothing but an old fashioned alarm clock in the corner.
Tick. Tock.
That's all she could hear. It was maddening, she couldn't place it. Something was restraining her, keeping her from getting up and finding the source of the sound.
Tick. Tock.
It was the clock. Ticking, passing the time. Something that didn't happen around her. Old fashioned clocks never functioned as they should. Which could only mean that she was dead, or close to it.
Tick. Tock.
And then she remembered what they'd done. It wasn't just the dampener. It was some kind of poison, something that left her in pain from head to toe, something that made her feel like her chest was being crushed. She could see herself, chained to a wall, eyes closed, breathing shallowly.
Janie blinked, moved her head around a bit. She couldn't recognize the strange sound in the room. Or the room she was in.
Windowless, small. Nothing but an old fashioned alarm clock in the corner.
Tick. Tock.
That's all she could hear. It was maddening, she couldn't place it. Something was restraining her, keeping her from getting up and finding the source of the sound.
Tick. Tock.
It was the clock. Ticking, passing the time. Something that didn't happen around her. Old fashioned clocks never functioned as they should. Which could only mean that she was dead, or close to it.
Tick. Tock.
And then she remembered what they'd done. It wasn't just the dampener. It was some kind of poison, something that left her in pain from head to toe, something that made her feel like her chest was being crushed. She could see herself, chained to a wall, eyes closed, breathing shallowly.