ANDREA.

His grip on my neck was unyielding and I could mentally see the veins in my forehead and neck pop out as he continued to choke me. He had a very disappointing look.

"Let go of me m, you sick fuck!" I growled, glaring at him from the position he had put me in. I couldn't move an inch because of the way he held me tightly. I feared that if he had me that way for a little too much, he might wound me. "Are you deaf?!" I growled again, watching as he continued doing his thing.

"Shut up or I will make it worse for you. You...