Terror flooded my body. I kicked out, my body bucking and banging in the confines of the air vent, my head smashing against the metal wall hard enough to see stars skate by. I flung my arms out to grab at the wall, the air vent ledge, anything to stop myself from sliding backward, but only managed to fling away my phone. It landed on the Vicious room's floor with a splintered crack, choking my world in complete darkness. The overhead light must've died.
I lashed out with my feet until the thing released me, then I plummeted head first into the wooden chair that sat below. It buckled when I crashed into it. A piece stabbed into my chin. The metal floor smashed against the entire right side of my body. Pain erupted and flashed a darker shade of black across my vision. I blinked through it and slowly dragged in all the air that had whooshed from my lungs.
When I had enough breath, I said, "Come in."