[Claire takes another deep breath, mouth open on words that don't come out, at first.]
It didn't feel... It didn't feel like it should have. There wasn't any of that life before your eyes stuff. When I got kidnapped, I had plenty of times to think about all the shit I regret. But here... it was just like, one second to the next.
[She wants to snap her fingers. Looking down at her hand, intently, she tries, tries. But nothing.]
And then I wake up in pitch black, and I roll around when I realize I'm in a bag, and I fall off and I have to open the zipper with my teeth, because my hands are - I don't even know what they are.
[As she talks, she gets more animated, sounding angrier by the word. And she is - it's humiliating, and terrifying, and she wants everything to make sense, but nothing does. Nothing does.]
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It didn't feel... It didn't feel like it should have. There wasn't any of that life before your eyes stuff. When I got kidnapped, I had plenty of times to think about all the shit I regret. But here... it was just like, one second to the next.
[She wants to snap her fingers. Looking down at her hand, intently, she tries, tries. But nothing.]
And then I wake up in pitch black, and I roll around when I realize I'm in a bag, and I fall off and I have to open the zipper with my teeth, because my hands are - I don't even know what they are.
[As she talks, she gets more animated, sounding angrier by the word. And she is - it's humiliating, and terrifying, and she wants everything to make sense, but nothing does. Nothing does.]