Imagine This:You are living in the city, and rather down on your luck. You recently lost most of your money to a crypto scam, and got fired from your job. You have began to resort to crime for additional side cash. Specifically, you begin learning to pickpocket.
You start off in Time Square, picking up the occasional wallet or two. Maybe a phone every other day. You pawn all of these for cash, and you are beginning to feel a lot more confident in your sneaky skills. You start pickpocketing on the train, and nobody notices your thievery.
And now, it's 2 am, on a night like any other. You are sitting on the NYC subway. You ride for a few hours, never getting a good opportunity. As you begin to lose hope, the train pulls up to a stop somewhere in Queens. You look up at the time, 2:27 am. You feel like you should give up, but decide to wait for a few more stops for a chance. "Maybe I can get a wallet tonight?" you think, but as you were questioning staying on the train, a small man with a cane wearing a heavy trench coat and a hat covering his eyes hobbles onto the train and sits next to you. It's somewhat crowded, and you think you can finally get away with this one.
The old man puts his head down. It looks like he's falling asleep. You slide closer, so nobody will notice your pickpocketing. You carefully unbutton and unzip the pocket. And you reach your had inside. As you reach your hand in, you feel around for anything that could be of any value. But instead of feeling a wallet or a phone, you feel nothing. You feel around the walls of the pocket, but find nothing as well. In fact the pocket feels vast, open, and cold. As you dig deeper, a little past your wrist deep, it finally dawns on you. The pocket is huge. It feels as if you stuck your hand inside of a large abandoned room. Starting to sweat, you begin to pull your hand out. But with as much force as you pull with your hand, the pocket resists.
You tug, pull, yank as hard as you can. But your arm slips deeper each time. People are beginning to notice. Some begin to pull out their phones and record you. But the old man stays still. Your about elbow-deep now. You keep pulling. You put your other arm against the man's body to try to pull your arm away from the pocket. But instead it gets you deeper. As you're elbow deep, you use your other hand to open the pocket to make more room for your arm. But your fingers slip in.
It's a process similar to your other arm. You pull, but end up deeper. You begin calling for help. "Help! Anyone! Please! I can't get out!" But blank stares from everyone. There's a woman sitting across from you. "You! Please ma'am help me out! It was a misunderstanding! I'm begging you!" She pretends to be asleep.
Realizing you're helpless. You begin to slip deeper. You look up at the old man. His eyes meet yours. You see nothing but his piercing electric blue eyes. It feels like he already knows you. Like he knows your story, exactly why you are doing what you are doing. You can't help but feel like he's punishing you.
Your head slips inside. You hear the screams of other passengers.
It's dark, cold, and empty. You begin to kick and flail. You scream. But the pocket gulps you in further.
Your full body is inside, and you look from which the direction you came. You see a bright slit cut in the darkness. It begins to zip closed. You hear the sounds of the zipper deafeningly loud, as if it were in your head. It echoes endlessly around you. and finally you hear a loud click as the slit completely closes.
Your eyes begin to adjust. Around you you see points of light begin to appear, smudges across the sky. Galaxies and stars appear in every direction. You are frozen in terror, unable to compute what had just happened. You try to scream "Help!" but nothing comes out. You call helplessly for help but no matter what you cannot make a sound.
You are alone, and it's getting colder.
Wyd in this situation?