Scarlett POV
She just stopped bothering to look kind.
Her grip changed.
A second ago it was holding me up; now it was aiming me, and she turned me toward the elevators the way you'd turn a cart in a grocery aisle.
I couldn't stop her.
It didn't feel like fainting.
Somebody was unplugging you, one cable at a time, and leaving you awake to watch.
It started in my feet. My heels weighed forty pounds each.
I had to actually decide to lift one, the way you decide to lift a suitcase, and by the time the decision got all the way down there, the floor had already moved somewhere else.
Then my knees gave out. I could still feel my fingers. I just couldn't find them.
Reaching into a dark bag for keys that weren't in it.
And there was a sound in my head the whole time.
A transformer
