My eyes widen and I start squirming to make him leave me. He looks daggers at me and grabs my shoulder from his free hand to stop me from moving, "Stay still." He mouths, looking anxious.

I begin feeling suffocated because his hand on my mouth blocking the oxygen. Shaking my head several times, I try to give him a hint that I'm unable to breathe. He ignores my intimation, angling his neck to look outside the room as if he's looking for someone.

I use my strength, push him back a little and then move his hand away from my mouth, "Are you trying to suffocate me to death?"...