For every pitiful whimper that escaped their lips as they desperately tried to beg for mercy, Francine's grip on their throats tightened just a bit more. She reveled in the terror that was evident in their eyes. They were fully aware that they were on the brink of death, yet she continued to toy with them, much like a predator amusing itself with its prey before the kill.
The only sounds that filled the air were the grotesque gurgling noises that the men made as they choked under her firm hold. Their fear was palpable, and it sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, intoxicating her like a potent drug. The more terror-stricken they appeared, the more satisfaction she derived from the situation.
Their bodies began to go limp in her hands, signaling that the end was near. She
