Chapter 39

"No, please." I try to fight him off. "Mr. Harris—"

"Shut up," he hisses in my ear. A slight whimper escapes my lips. He turns around and hits the emergency stop button on the elevator panel. "You've ruined everything for me. I've lost it all. My home, my wife, my kids, my job. It's all gone and it's all because of you,"

"Doing this... Won't help your case..." I spit. I ball my hand into a fist lift my arm, attempting to hit him. He wraps his meaty hand around my wrist and pins it against the elevator wall.

"Probably not, but it sure does make me feel better." He removes his forearm from my throat, replacing it with his hand. I take in a quick breath before I feel his thumb and fingers press against my airway. "I haven't got anything else to lose."

I've reached my limit. My sadness, my disappointment, my anger, spills over all at once.

I haven't got anything else to lose.

"You fucking did this to yourself," I force the words past my lips, I'm finding it harder to breathe. "What