Chinatown Capture

“You know we don’t eat human food or blood, so that only leaves one more thing, energy. We drain people of their energy; if we drain enough of their energy we can suck their souls as well.”
“That’s rather tragic.”
Before I could turn to run he grabbed the tops of my arms and pinned me to the wall in a room I hadn’t yet been in. My head spun blurring my vision, I felt nauseous since I didn’t know what to anticipate. I thought about screaming; it wouldn’t do me any good. He grabbed my head in his hands forcing me to look him straight in the eyes, gauging my gaze I couldn’t look away. The lightheaded feeling worsened until I felt myself becoming both physically and mentally exhausted, so exhausted I couldn’t even stand up that he pressed himself to me holding me up with the pressure. LOOK AWAY! my voice screamed at me. I couldn’t move nor could I look away. Then, like a wrecking ball had hit me all the oxygen was knocked out of me, I couldn’t refill my lungs with air, why couldn’t I breathe? I didn’t think it would get any worse until I felt something burning me, it felt like my insides were on fire. I’m going to die like this, I thought to myself. Hopefully he would comply with what I had asked of him. How would my family know to stop looking, if only I could tel- it stopped. The dizziness and pain all went away in a blink of an eye. I dropped to the ground gasping for air clutching at my throat.
Jason kneeled down to my level, “I though you said you didn’t fear death?”
“I don’t,” I hissed through my gasping, “it’s the torture before it i fear.”