"No! Don't do this, get off me you sick pig! Help! Help! Someb. . ." Victor muffles my scream with his extra large hand pressing hard onto my nose and mouth with enough pressure that I'm sure will suffocate me soon.
A feeling of an overwhelming helplessness washes over me. A helpless feeling that makes me wish that death or the grim reaper or whatever that is called, will just show up and take me away with him. It's better for me to just die than to live through this all over again.
I still find myself wriggling and squirming in my last moments, the thick blurriness settling in my eyes, but all of a sudden, his hand leaves my mouth, and yet again, I struggle for air at the same time try to scream out. But I feel like my voice has fade out and I can't get anything out of me but a cough. M
