Her body trembled awfully as her breath came in heavy gasps, an overwhelming pressure clenching her body like thousands of webbing threatening to crush her bones. She tasted the earth as she fell to the ground, unable to stand up, unable to move any part of her body. She was being choked and crushed by the heavy air pressing into her.
What was going on?
"Orihime…" she managed to murmur, seeing the red haired girl stand in front of her, still on her feet but frozen. She probably hadn't heard her, since she gave no sign of reply. She stood there unmoving, ash eyes fixed on an approaching figure.
And as the figure came closer, the pressure became heavier and heavier, ripping a tormented moan out of the blue haired girl's throat. Her vision was flickering, the form of the person approaching the two girls trembling. He's speaking, but she heard nothing of what he was speaking. She tried calling out to Orihime, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The mere presence of that pale figure was smothering her.
Suddenly, something happened. Her eyes went wide: three screens appeared out of thin air. In two of them were person she didn't know, attacked by a monstrous being. But there, in the third window, in the middle, there was Kurosaki-kun, his orange hair unmistakable. He was being crushed by a tentacle determined to reduce his body to a pile of bleeding meat.
Orihime tensed in front of her, and the pressure seemed to get loose for a moment. She heard a voice.
"Come with me, woman." A cold, monotone voice belonging to the figure dressed in white said to Orihime. The girl was shivering, she noticed, and a wave of anger flooded through her. Orihime. That bastard was threatening Orihime.
She forced herself into a standing position and felt cold, emerald eyes fix upon her.
"Tatsuki-chan!" the voice of Orihime hit her ears and she let out a small groan in reply. "You're hurting Tatsuki-chan! Stop!" she shouted towards the pale figure; she was defending her, she thought.
"I'll tell you once again, woman." The same ice-cold voice sent shivers down her spine. He was approaching them; she choked and collapsed again. She heard a yelp coming from Orihime and her hand jerked shortly, out of an old instinct to protect her best friend. The last thing she could feel was a hand touching her shoulder as her world turned black.
Should I continue?