Trapped - Trapped by Nemesisau

What the hell? Where am I? All these people, looking at me. Trapped. I'm trapped, no way out. Can't get away. Struggling just makes it worse. This is like being in quicksand, just slowly sinking. What do they say about quicksand? Just let it happen? Let what happen? Drowning? Or is it choking when it's sand? I don't know. Either way you're dead.
Oh shit, the leader is looking at me. He's almost salivating. He's speaking at me, I think it's at me, but all I hear is grunts. Just noise, like on Charlie Brown. That was a funny show. I like Snoopy best. Yes, that's right, think of something else. Don't think about what is to come. The horror, oh god the horror. If only I could scream, I would. Would they care? Show pity? Would they recognise it as a cry for help from a sentient being? Or would they just think of it as the bleating of a lamb sent to slaughter?
The leader is speaking again. He's thrusting something at me, some kind of tool. It's a light of some kind. It's red. Oh god, it's coming closer.
I have it in my hand now. Somehow, it gives me strength, presence. Like I am made real in the eyes of those watching.
I clear my throat, as if to begin speaking. I open my mouth and a guttural, animal noise escapes.
"Good afternoon everyone. Thanks, Bob, for the intro. As you can see from this chart, the last fiscal year has been good..."
I hate sales meetings.