Let me out

Thanks for the idea   ))

Scratching. Nails breaking into pieces and more scratching. As the seconds ticked by the scratching got louder. A suffocating and horrible noise. Percy's greatest fear was being realized. Had the initial adrenaline from being jolted back to live not been coursing through him, the prince would have passed out. His entire body trembled. All he could do was scratch. Lumps of ice had yet to thaw in his throat. He couldn't even call for help or whimper or shriek.

All he could do was scratch.