A familiar red shoe presses down on your cheek with enough force for the action to be both painful and uncomfortable.

“Silly little hero got all caught up..Not so confident now, are you?” He spits with a raspy drawl.

After finishing his taunt he makes a move to crush your head further into the gravel. This action prompts a wince, tearing a groan from your already hoarse throat.

Your mind swirls with possibilities of what’s to come, none of them good.