A tendril of fear curled in his gut as his lungs began to burn. A bitter aftertaste clung to his tongue. He gasped for air as his throat constricted. He clawed at his mouth and neck as the muscles clenched tighter and tighter.
Spots danced at the edge of his vision. Tears streamed from his eyes. Blood rushed in his ears.
God, please, no.
He slumped to the table praying for one clean breath. The room spun, a blur of colors quickly fading. He fumbled for his phone, but a hand snatched it from his palm.
“Hell hath no fury, right Jack?”
Her laughter echoed in his ears as he sank into oblivion.