"... doom."

Blood trickling down my temple
Eyes flying from face to face
Body trashing in fear
Head shaking from side to side,
trying to escape the hold
Ice cold hands travelling,
up and down
A scream tries to escape my throat,
too hoarse to make a sound
Praying for death
When the doom sets in.

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