Pickled.

My finger shaking, I selected the email and opened it. My brain pulsated in my head, my hands numb from anticipation. The email loaded for half a second and opened. A blank PDF was there, nothing more and nothing less. I lick my dry lips. The only sound is the soft click of my mouse as I open the PDF file. A new window appears, loading the image. My heartbeat quickens, my senses flare, my mind races. Slowly, the image loads onto the window. A green face. Red lips. Dark, empty eyes. A long, dark green figure. Oh no. My worst fear has become a sharp, sudden reality before my very eyes. I have just been pickled.