Third-person Pov
Sylvia’s body trembled violently as she lay on the floor, her lungs desperately sucking in air after being released from Michael’s grip.
The pressure on her throat earlier had made her certain that her life was about to end, and the shock of being released from his grip left her both terrified and disoriented.
Her heart pounded in her chest like a ticking time bomb, and she could still feel his hands around her neck, almost as though the memory of it alone was enough to keep air from fully returning to her lungs.
Michael, on the other hand, watched with satisfaction as she struggled to regain her composure. He felt something satisfactory in the way he stood over her, and savored the power he held over her life.
Sylvia coughed violently, her body still shaking unco
