I wanted to scream. I wanted jump up and down and strip all of my clothes off in fear of what just touched my leg. I wanted to run as far away from here as possible! But I couldn't. I was tied to a pole and had a gag in my mouth. All I could do was sit there with my heart trying to jump out of my chest and tears pouring down my face. As I felt "it" move farther up my pant leg, I had a harder time controlling my breathing.
The more I panicked, the more I had trouble breathing. I felt as if I was going to pass out, but I had to stay conscious. I had to stay conscious as long as this thing was touching me. I feared it would be hours before my captor returned, but he was the only one who could help me.
Just as my vision blurred, my eyelids falling closed, and my head began to droop, my captor walked into the room. I forced my eyes open and jerked my head up. I stared at him with wide eyes. I couldn't see him very well in the dark, but I knew he was there. I could hear the thud of his shoed feet hitting the floor in a semi-fast walking pace. His footsteps went silent, and I knew he stopped in front of me. In the next moment, I was blinded by a dim light spreading light across the room. I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to block out the minor burning caused by the light. I slowly opened them before thrashing around.
"You aren't going to get loose like that, Princess." My captor growled at me in his gravelly voice.
I stopped and looked him in the eyes as tears began to pour down my face. He knelt down in front of me, and I felt whatever was up my pant leg wrap around my calf muscle.
"I'm going to remove your gag. If you scream, yell, or raise your voice, I will kill you."
As soon as he removed the gag, I lost it. I began to beg, "Please help me. Please! Just get it off me!!"
"What are your talking about? And keep your voice down." He commanded as he pulled out his gun.
"It's on my leg! Just please get it off!" I begged as tears continued to roll down my face.
I watched through blurry eyes as he slid his hand up my pant leg. I bit my lip so I wouldn't scream when I saw what he pulled out. I sat there and stared at the long reptile he was holding. I watched as it thrashed about before wrapping itself around my captor's arm. I involuntarily let out a small whimper.
"This," he motioned to the reptile, "is what you were freaking out about? It's just a small snake."
He looked at me with his cold, emerald eyes. He let the snake stay wrapped around his arm while he tied the gag in place once more. Just as he was turning to leave, he pause and tossed the snake into my lap. I screamed, but it was muffled by the gag in my mouth. To say I was panicked would be an understatement.
I let all logic slip from my mind, and in its place, panic set in. All I could think about is, "How do I get this thing off of me without using my hands?!"
I could feel myself begin to hyperventilate, and my hands began to shake. I was having an anxiety attack, but I didn't have enough sense in that moment to calm down. Instead, I continued to panic until I passed out from too much oxygen being in my lungs due to my hyperventilation.
