It's like a tug. Focusing on the weakest point of your insides, it tugs and pulls and streches just until it doesn't snap. Maybe a small twist, a hard squeeze, and then it slowly returns your organs to it's original state. But it maintains it's position.

Because it doesn't let go. And you know that.

It's smirking at you, because it knows you are aware of it, making the light grip burn brighter then it should be. You try to distract yourself but it's there, like a slight itch, a slight difference, a slight disturbance, and you can only brace yourself for when the worst comes. It laughs at your vulnerability.

And then pain.