Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Can I just say that woman is a saint?
Esme stood there for at least ten minutes, trying to persuade me to come through the door. She even went through three more times to show me that it's safe.
I can't say it worked. Someone else came from the other side, threw me over their shoulder, and then carried me in. All while laughing.
I clenched my eyes shut, my protests stuck in my throat. If I can't see it coming, it can't hurt, right?
"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" My feet are on the ground now.
I slowly open my eyes, hesitantly peering down at myself. When I see no holes, I let out a shaky laugh.