The roach-like creature stopped its advance toward Josh at about two feet away. Then it attached its suction-cup feet to the smooth wall. At this distance its tiny glowing eyes looked like laser lights. With his hands and feet tied, all Josh could do to move away from the creature was to scoot along the basement floor. But he couldn’t go very far. Through the dull grayness around him, he saw he was surrounded on all sides by smooth walls that made up a space just large enough for him to lie down in. The black ceiling overhead was pretty high up, probably twenty feet. Josh leaned his cheek against the wall and felt the dead cold of concrete. There was no warmth in the air either. But strangely he didn’t feeling chilled. He wasn’t hungry or thirsty either. His head ached with a dull thudding. He had no idea how many minutes or hours had passed since he’d been put there. Who did this to him?
Keeping his eyes on the creature, Josh bent over and threw his weight forward to stand up. The creature moved with him, but didn’t get any closer. Josh could see that the upper part of the walls were covered with some sort of silvery metal. He heard a faint mechanical whirring sound. Where was he?
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These are the scenes you do so well! Creepy, in-the-moment, suspenseful. You also do a terrific job of putting us in the character's body here - which is something I rarely see writer's do. Great work!
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