“You stupid, b***h,” he hissed. He shoved his fingers in my mouth and down my throat. I gagged instead of biting. My fingers dug into his hands as I frantically tried to breath. I choked. My wavered focus was all he needed. It gave him enough time to fix his grip on me.
“You seem to have forgotten: I still have people with your friends and family,” he growled. “One more scream and they’ll die along with you.”
The pain in my head and throat intensified as the pressure grew. My vision blurred, and my pulse went wild as fear took over. Would he kill me?
He hauled me on, controlling my breath. We were across the backyard when he loosened his hold on my neck for me to take in air.
I greedily gulped in as much as I could to fill my lungs before he closed off my breathing again. His large mus
