He bit my lip, hard.It tore my lip. I could taste the blood coming out. I screamed punching him but it came out muffled with our joined lips.
Its getting dirtier.
I pushed him hard but his hand around my throat tightened to the point of choking me.
"No! Stoph! Lef FE Go! Moferfukher!", I screamed.
I started kicking him while continuing punching him.
He got over me, Having a hold of both of my hands in one of his large, strong hand, he pinned them down, ceasing my struggles; his other hand still around my throat.
"Get off me!!!", I scoffed.
I was hyperventilating.
"Shut UP", he growled.
When we're consumed by our anger then we don't stop till we see the harsh consequences. Until the consequence are bad enough to evaporate out our anger and render us speechless and frozen. And this is what I saw. Consequences.
A new terror filled me.
I trembled and started shaking.
His hand around my throat, my hands pinned above and him above me. And I realized how inevitable It was.
Who was I picking fight with?
I have already lost. The moment he recaptured me. The moment he Kidnapped me. No, the moment I first talked to him. The moment we became friends. The moment he first laid his eyes on me.