Locked? How so? Who did it? Fear ran rough shod over her nerves. Who would do such a thing? It felt so close now. Dark. A hammer slugged her lungs every time she breathed, or attempted to. Sweat deluged her bra. Her breasts felt like clammy hams smooshed together by super sized wet naps. Down her back, rivulets let their soggy tracks.

Her hearing, acute, sent unrecognizable noise to her brain. Light creeping, everywhere, scratched at her mind. What? Where was she? Who did this? The crawling sounds inched close, crowding. Almost near her, she felt their groping feelers stretching toward her. Tendrils of inevitability cocooned in dark flesh, threatened her.

She struggled to rise. Pinned. Hemmed in. Closed space. Darkness, greedy for her sanity, strangled her.

Plunk. Scratch. Creep. Thud. Crank. Squeal. The closed space rumbled and lowered. Terror. Who did this? SCREAM!

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Into your hands we commend.