Life slowly escaped her body whilst she hardened her grip on her throat; she could feel her breathing hasten in an attempt to save herself. Indifferently, she stared right into her amber eyes and the colour in them gradually turned to dull; her face gradually turned pale from the lack of oxygen.
The last thread of her existence hung as she watched her hands drop as though she accepted her death; Jesslyn remained listless to what she did. This was not what she wanted, but it was necessary. Her clan wanted Michelle dead and her orders were to eliminate her at an excruciatingly slow manner; a slow torturous death.
As she slowly hardened her grip, she felt a presence behind her and smirked; this is what she has been waiting for. In a blink of an eye, she dropped Michelle and turned around to
