CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Within just a few seconds, Mackenzie became less worried about being strangled to death and more worried about having her neck broken. The black curtain that had flickered in her sight moments ago had now become dark flares that seemed to explode like fireworks. The face of the man above her was becoming blurry and her lungs were fighting overtime to draw in a breath.
She grasped frantically at the ground, looking for anything that might help her fight back. As she grasped for something, the fingernail on her ring finger bent backwards but the pain was minuscule compared to the horrendous vise grip the man had on her neck. She fought beneath him but not too much; she knew that she’d expel all of her energy by doing so—energy she would need to put as much force behind
