Corey was stunned.
Given his status and position, he must have not been slapped before. Therefore, he was stupefied when I struck his face with my palm.
It only took him a second to regain his bearings. Recovering, he took offence to my action and immediately became furious, grabbing my throat murderously.
What I saw in his eyes wasn't just anger, it was an intent to kill.
I couldn't catch my breath, and pain began to build up in my chest, throwing my mind into a haze. However, throughout the ordeal, all I felt was despair. Tears slowly trickled down my cheeks onto Corey's hands.
Perhaps the despair in my eyes and my lack of struggle touched Corey. Suddenly, he shrank back as if my tears had burned his hands.
Finally being allowed to breathe, I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for
