(Video Download + Story)Under Pressure

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kitty

~UNDER PRESSURE~

The forest had been quiet, peaceful, the perfect escape from everything. The ground beneath my boots had felt solid, the air fresh as I hiked through the fading sunlight, the weight of my pack a steady presence on my back. Every step brought me closer to peace, to the feeling of being completely in my element, alone in the wilderness.

I only knew peace, however, what the future held; was the purest antithesis of peace.

I was walking, the world feeling right, and then suddenly it wasn’t. My head spun, the forest blurring around me. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead, and my knees buckled. I fell to the ground, gasping for air, as the world tilted. My vision narrowed, and before I could process anything, everything went black.

I woke in a haze.

For a moment, I thought I was still asleep still lost somewhere between dream and reality but then I realized something wasn’t right. My body felt... Stiff. Like it wasn’t fully mine anymore. I tried to move my arms, to shake off the fog, but they wouldn’t obey.

One thing I could tell was that my arms were drawn behind me, elbows pinned together, tightness welding them. I twisted, trying to shift, but I couldn’t move them. Not an inch. The more I moved, the tighter it became.

What the hell?

I gasped, my chest tightening. The air felt thicker, harder to take in. The gag in my mouth, tight against my tongue, made each breath a struggle. But that was nothing compared to the strain in my shoulders. I tried to breathe deeper, but the pressure around my elbows made it nearly impossible. My ribs felt crushed under the weight of it all.

I shifted again. This time, I noticed it the ropes on my legs. They were tied at my shins, pulling my knees close to my chest, but I could still bend them. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was possible to move them just a little.

I thought maybe if I could just move, shift around, I could escape this.

But then, I heard it.

Click-click-click.

It was faint at first, just a sound in the distance. But I could feel the effect immediately like the pressure around my body was shifting... moving...

Whats going on??

THEN tightness, all around me, drawing me closer! forcing me into a carefully calculated package of tightness, no combination of words could describe this feeling.

 The only freedom I had.

My legs still bent, still free to move a little were now forcefully being bent and drawn in, I fought but the pressure quickly snapped back, rocking my body and yanking my feet to my hands, I could feel my soft white socks that I had been wearing, now covered in sweat, closer and closer toward my body.

The ratchet clicked again.

Click-click-click.

How could it possibly click more?!

With every click, the tightness escalated.

Click-click-click.

My shoulders were now pinned together, any inch of freedom I've ever had to move my body has been stripped away from me, totally robbed.

My breathing grew shallow. The straps on my arms, my legs, everything was pulling me tighter, tighter drawing me into an impossibly restricted position. My feet were forced further up towards my head, pulling my body into a curve, while the pressure on my chest made it harder to breathe. The gag pressed deeper into my throat, each inhale a small battle.

The ratchet clicked again, the pressure increased. The force of it so calculated, so deliberate was too much.

The air became thinner.

Click-click-click.

I could barely catch my breath now, my chest constricting, my lungs unable to expand fully. The straps everything was too tight. My back arched as the ratchet clicked one more time, and everything around me seemed to collapse in on itself. I felt lightheaded. My vision swam, slipping in and out of focus, the edges of the world blurring as I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe...

The world tilted once more, but this time, it didn’t come back. Everything felt muffled, distant. My heartbeat thudded in my chest, and I couldn’t tell if I was breathing, if the air was even making it into my lungs anymore. The pressure, the tightness everything had pulled me to the edge.

But just before I could slip completely away, I focused on one thing: breathe. Just breathe. My chest rose and fell in shallow, fragile breaths. The effort was excruciating, but it was all I had left. It was all I could hold onto.

The ratchet clicked one last time.

And for a moment, I was completely still.