~Zoe~
I felt a headache begin to build up at the back of my head as my eyes closed for a moment at the impact.
He tightened his hold on my neck and my hands instinctively flew to my neck to try to take his hands off. Though his grip was not tight enough to cut off air supply to my airways and kill me, I was not comfortable with his hands there. I had just seen those fingers do irreparable damage to a punching bag that was still emptying behind us. The amount of force needed to split such a bag was mind-blowing, and it didn’t make me feel any better having those fingers around my delicate throat. My hands were quickly caught by his other one and pinned above my head. I tried to wriggle out of his hold but to no avail. He merely brought his body closer to mine and held my hands even tight
