Upheaval

You struggle. Her grip tightens. So tight you can tell this is no human grip. She smiles all the while, her lips stiff and unmoving.

'Please, if you could co-operate with me,' she grins.

You tug harder, even if it hurts. You kick and yell. 'Get away from me!'

Your heart lodged in your chest, you free a hand and grasp for a weapon.