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Chapter 24, Confinement (Ep. 5: The Flayed)
Everything that could go wrong was officially happening.
The room had been dropping for what felt like an eternity. Gwen was holding on for dear life onto the metal table with her eyes squeezed shut as she worried that opening them would be one trip to barf town.
She could feel the metal digging into her hands from how tight her grip was, but Dustin stumbling against her caused her to release her hold. The wall collided against her back, but she still kept her eyes shut past the rushing speed.
"We're going down! We're going down!" Steve yelled in a panic and tried maintaining a steady balance.
"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin snapped.
"Why won't these buttons work?!" Dustin's loud shrieks soared through the room, making Gwen's ears pound against her skull and causing her to nearly be on the verge of asking him to shut up.
Erica shoved past everyone to reach the control box, "Press the button!"
"What do you think I'm doing?!" Dustin argued back and started to frantically fight with her over the control box.
"Push it!" Erica yelled, now pressing a random button when seeing Dustin's panic controlling him now. Maybe it was her luck or maybe she pressed the right thing, but the room came to an abrupt halt, sending them across the room.
Steve tripped over one of the boxes and fell backwards. He braced himself for the harsh impact, but was surprised when he landed on something soft. He sighed in relief and leaned his head back, "I'm okay! I'm all good!"
"Yeah, but I'm not!" Gwen tried shoving him off, but all his weight had fallen over her, which made it incredibly hard to move. "Get your ass off me!"
Steve immediately stood up and offered his hand, "No wonder I was so comfortable."
She rubbed her temples soothingly, wincing slightly, "I'll take that as a compliment."
Robin cradled the back of her head after hitting it against the shelves. She quickly looked through the room for Daphne, who somehow ended up upside down with her legs against the wall and head pressed against one of the boxes.
"Shit," she rushed to help her up, offering a gentle smile. "Are you okay?"
Daphne softly laughed, "No. Most definitely not."
"Yeah, me neither," Robin then scanned the room to make sure no else was harmed. "Is everyone okay?"
That simple question was enough for Steve to lose his last bit of patience.
"Yeah, we're great!" Steve dashed to the control box and shoved Dustin out of his way. "Now that we know that Russians can't design elevators!"
Fully convinced the buttons would do something, he pressed anything just in case the others might have missed it.
