"Help... someone... please."
Grayson held tightly onto the side bars of the elevator. He was trapped inside, and the lights were out.
The lights are dark, I can't see anything. I can't tell how much time passed. I hope to get out soon, it's getting stuffy inside, it's hot and it's difficult to breathe. Do they know I'm in here? This entire thing is shaky. I can't keep my footing, I can't speak, I can't think. What's going to happen? Is this how it feels like to die? I need help, someone has to rescue me.
My breathing is quickening. I can hear my heartbeat, it's faster than ever before. I can't keep standing, the ground is shaking, my strength is lessening. Why isn't help coming? What's taking so long? Maybe they won't find me until it's too late - they'll find me dead, alone in an elevator. Will people even know who I am? I'm not thinking straight, but that doesn't matter. I have a headache.
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"Honey, don't you think this is a bit too much?"
Vince Faine merely shook his head. He was staring at the screen of his laptop, not even blinking.
"He has to grow stronger."
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