The pain was too much. I could not hold in the screams as his knife pierced me over and over again. I refused to die like this... I had to do something, I had to fight. So with everything in me, I tried to fight them off. I tried to push them off me, but they were too heavy, so I switched to trying to grasp their hands in hopes of stopping them.
Somehow, I managed to catch their wrists. Wrapping my fingers around their wrists, I tried to push their hands away, but it did not work... I was too weak again. As the last ditch attempt, I tried to sink my nails into the masked figure's wrist and it worked. The figure released the knife, but the next second they moved their hands around my neck and started choking me out.
I tried to stop them, to push their hands away, to scratch them, to hit
