" God, why couldn't she breathe? She was pulling in air, her chest heaving rapidly, but it didn't feel like she was breathing. She felt like she was inhaling poison, the air so thick and wet with mold, rot, decay...iron. It didn't even feel like air, but still, she inhaled as much as she could in just to force enough oxygen into her already torn and exhausted muscles to yank at the chains that kept her hanging." Part of the WelcomeToTheBlumhouse Contest! Hope everyone enjoys!