It was impossible for Paula to not feel at least a little nervous, this being her first visit to the mortality section of the yoga studio. She'd heard that it was a life-changing experience, a grounding in reality that gave you a true appreciation for the here and now, and lately she had begun to feel like that was something she really needed.
Immediately she took note of the drastic change in decor, where the rest of the studio was carpeted floors and tall windows, this room was cold and sterile like a hospital ward. Cushioned walls, stark lighting, and a pale woman in a long plastic lab coat. Whose expression was pleasant and welcoming, but her eyes had a crazed and predatory look to them, darting back and forth across Paula's body, drinking it all in.
"Hello, I'm Prill, I assume you're here for the Mortality experience?"
"I'm Paula, and yes, I just don't think yoga's cutting it anymore."
Prill's eyes darted up and down, and her head twitched subtly.
"Well then, you'll need to take your shoes off and sit on the floor here."
Paula obliged, prying off her footwear and sitting cross legged in the middle of the room, Prill slowly began to circle her.
"Breathe deeply and calmly. Close your eyes. Clear your thoughts."
She found it difficult to follow Prill's instructions, adrenaline flooded every inch of her body, she focused on breathing. She knew the rest would come naturally. Her breasts gently rose and fell, as her knuckles turned white from clutching her knees. Paula focused on the darkness inside her eyelids, letting her mind mirror that seeming emptiness, the only sound was the barely audible squeak of Prill's footsteps.
"Breathe Paula. Exhale, and blow away all your tension."
Suddenly Paula felt a light string fall around her neck, and she was uncontrollably getting on her feet, her eyes were glued shut, and she hadn't even noticed that Prill had stopped moving.
"Paula, why can't you breathe?"
She felt Prill's ice cold hand on her face and flinched, the string instantly tightened, like a vice around her neck, the air was forced from her lungs and she swatted desperately at her noose as it slowly begun to lift her into the air. Her eyes were open now, and Prill was staring up at her with an almost childlike look of wonder, tarnished by a vile undercurrent of lust.
"Why can't you breathe?"
Paula flailed and kicked the air, tears streaming as her face turnedPost too long. Click here to view the full text.