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I felt like I had swallowed my tongue, like there was someone who had their hands wrapped around my throat keeping me from talking. Was this what it felt like when you started choking? It was something that I had never felt before, and I was hoping that I would stop feeling it soon, because it was the farthest thing was pleasant as could possibly be. “Well? Are you just going to sit there and stare at me with your mouth open? Don’t you have anything to say for yourself? Aren’t you even going to try and defend yourself?” Even though he had practically prompted me into answering him, I still found myself incapable of saying anything to him. It felt like I had lost my ability to speak, like there was acid that had run down my throat and damaged my vocal cords. And the thing that made all