Agoraphobia

How could a normal day at work turn into an absolute nightmare...?

If I hadn't have turned up that day, then nothing would have happened. I wouldn't be in the position I was in right now.

My hands twitched behind my back, the rope that wrapped around me was rubbing against my skin, leaving certain places burning from how much it had rubbed against me when I was struggling. My eyes were blurry, and I could hear the dripping of water not too far away, getting quieter and quieter each passing second.

The back of my head began to throb painfully, and I swore I felt something cold crawl over my bloodied legs. I shakily leaned my back against the cold, stone-like wall, my breathing heavy as I was encased by a never-ending darkness. It felt as if I was being strangled, as if a pair of invisible hands were teasingly wrapping around my neck, gradually getting tighter with each given second.

It didn't take long for me to register...

Those hands were real.