All alone, in the dark.

Trying not to cry.

I can hear you.

A little girl shoots awake from a nightmare. She tries to catch her breath. She looks around, feeling unsafe. She gets up to check under the bed, making sure there aren't any monsters.

All clear.

But what's that shiny thing under there?

She sticks her arm back under and feels around. She can see it, but can't quite reach it.

She tries again, pushing her arm farther under. Her hand bumps into something. 

She feels for it again. It's metal, and kind of sharp.

She gets a good grip on it and tugs on it.

CLANK

She gasps, fierce pain jolting up her arm. 

Her hand got stuck inside of whatever it was, and it was tearing through her flesh.

She tries to tug her hand out, but it won't budge.

She tugs harder.

And harder.

And-

She screams, feeling her bones snap out of place.

Despite the pain, she keeps tugging harder, trying to get her hand out.

Tug.

She can feel her skin being ripped open.

Tug.

Flesh torn from bone.

Tug.

The smell of blood fills her nostrils.

Tug.

With one final pull, her hand is free.

She lays on the ground, sobbing loudly in horror, blood dripping down her arm.

Her hand wasn't free from the beartrap.

Her hand was free from her body.

It had smelled her fear and blood. It heard her screaming in pain.

She had fallen for the trap.

The perfect human.