Huge mechanical monster lunges,
Clenches it’s massive jaws together tight unbudging.
I’m held in the most unnatural vice like grip I push either side but the struggle is futile I’m trapped.
Warm foam like saliva drips from it’s hungry looking lips.
I sit still bolt upright.
Unmoving praying for it to let go.
Waiting for it to move.
Eyes wide head unmoving glancing from side to side.
I wonder ‘Is it dead?’
Someone please help.
It makes a sound a low groan almost pitiful.
No one comes.
There is no other choice.
I need help now.
I sound my horn.
Please someone release me from this dying carwash