Mitchell’s hands are gripping Liam’s tight in an endeavor to emancipate herself from the beckoning death. Her mouth is no longer running with insults but with countless attempts to gather any air. Her eyes are bulging out of their sockets.
I am quivering with the reverence of the beast in the name of Liam. The way he is nipping his lower lip and not even blinking while watching poor Mitchell battle to amass any amount of air to sustain her life baffles my nerves. He is watching her like he has no intention of releasing her until he chokes her to death. Now, I cannot stand back and witness a murder, can I?
I move my legs, summoning every ounce of bravery that might still be in me, and stroll toward them.
“Liam? That's enough, Liam, please!” I plead, joining Mitchell as I try to pull his
