Lilith Point of view
Whoever was dragging me inside had a lot of strength because my weight and numb form didn’t seem to waver their steps, nor did I feel their discomfort. My throat on the other hand gave up on me and I couldn’t form any sound to cry out for help.
It wasn’t the only reason why I couldn’t call for help, though. I was more shocked by the fact that my heart wasn’t racing in fear, my mind wasn’t playing endless horrific scenarios and my body didn’t feel any danger.
The whole feeling comfortable in this situation was scaring me more than the person who was dragging me and what he or she would do. I was so much into figuring out my reaction that I didn’t even notice; we were already in the class and the person had locked the door from behind me.
The little of the muscula
