daily – 76
I scream soundlessly, my ears burn and my head tightens in on itself from the pressure of the desk in my gut, but he has me pinned. I can actually feel the steel pressing through my flesh and against the bone of one rib.
“Let him go!” I can barely hear Gerent’s voice through the growing ringing in my ears. “Officer Reynolds!”
I can’t make a noise or take a breath or move my head from the polished thinsteel of the desk and I squeeze every muscle I have left to keep from being crushed. Somewhere in the fading sounds around me I hear Patrick crying out.
Then there’s the tiniest relaxation of pressure and Reynolds’ voice is beside me. “Fix it,” he growls, releasing me with another shove, “or so help me…”