At first you thought it was all just a bad dream, a nightmare, just like the ones you used to have. But the stone grip on your shoulders, the cold breath on your neck, the bright golden eyes were all too real. You were falling to the abyss in pitch darkness, unable to see anything but the eyes, unable to hear anything but the blood pumping in your ears. You tried to scream but nothing came out of your parted lips, not even air.
It felt like an eternity before your feet landed on a solid ground and the surprisingly strong hands finally let you go. You suddenly realized how empty your lungs were, doubling over into a coughing spree desperate to breath again. Your mind was still fuzzy and confused. Adrenaline which used to pump through your bloodstream was now reduced significantly, leaving you disoriented and weak.
The smile on Pitch’s face slowly died down as he noticed her physical state. The trip was nothing for him since he took the route regularly, but she was still just a hum