I gasp for breath, gagging at the scent of you. I claw at the hand around my throat, trying to pry your fingers loose. Terror fills my very being as you speak, and I feel my eyes starting to water. I kick out at you, in what I know is most likely a futile attempt to get away. I don't care- I have to do something, anything, I can't just let this happen- what I suspect is about to happen, I cannot allow.
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