C310 Aching

His grip on my throat tightens and white dots dance across my vision. That doesn’t deter me and I stare into his eyes. I’m only getting small bits of air to my lungs. I don’t look away, I don’t ask him to stop, and I don’t panic. I take what he gives me willingly. Shane groans and releases my throat before I pass out.

I inhale sharply as the air rushes to my lungs