Reagan’s body lay limp on a sheet of plywood. She opened her eyes, but the complete darkness left her unable to focus on anything around her. Her legs were bound together and her arms at her sides. She lifted her right hand as far as it would go, reaching for anything that would help her figure out where she was. Her fingertips touched the sheet of plywood that was above her face.
“Oh, my God. No, no, no!” Reagan screamed. She pushed her arms out to the sides . . . more wood. She reached above her head . . . more wood.
“Help me! Someone help me!” she called out.
No noise. No response. Reagan sobbed in the blackness of her wooden box. Breath after breath, she tried to fill her lungs with air. No matter how hard she tried, she could not take in enough oxygen to stop the claustrophobia.
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