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.

“Hey! Help!”

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…”