Don't Let Go: 12

12

A man dressed in black with long spider arms stands over her. He reaches with claw hands for her throat. Avery tries to scream and can’t open her mouth. Tries to get up and roll away, but is too weak to lift her head.

She wakes with a jolt to find that she’s on her back, neck twisted at a painful angle, her reset shoulder throbbing in the same fierce, jackrabbit rhythm as her heart.

Ugh.