But then suddenly, he removed his grip on me, leaving me to fall back to the floor, my palm wrapped around my neck as I coughed profusely, my eyes phlegmatic and my face looking sickly red.
I didn't feel good.
The skin around my neck was bruised and a bit bloody. My throat felt much dried and sore. Worst still, my temperature was excessively high and I was trembling affright.
I almost died! If he hadn't let go, I'd be a corpse by now.
I was scared. I didn't want to be here anymore.
This man before me was a monster and sooner or later, he was going to kill me just like he did to my family.
I made to crawl away from him out of instincts but he instantaneously grasped my hair, forcing me to face him, my timorous expression reflecting what I chiefly felt inside.
Fear.
"I truly do not know." My voice was low but filled with utmost sincerity.
I felt my eyes blinded with tears. No, I shouldn't cry, I didn't want to appear so frail before a man who derives joy from hurting me.
