Gwen"Daddy please don't hurt mummy, please! Please daddy, I'm begging you, alright? Waaaah, daddy, mummy can't breath anymore!" I could barely hear my four year old daughter, Kayla, pleading for her dad to stop strangling me. The dararkness was slowly engulfing me, dragging me into its cold embrace.Then suddenly, a rush of air bombarded my lungs, almost choking me as I greedily inhaled it. The grim reaper wasn't interested in my miserable life anymore, I suppose. My coughing subsided, but my chest still heaved as though I had sprinted through a marathon.Gradually, my vision cleared and I looked up, only to see my mother-in-law sneering and my husband glaring at me. Kayla was a sobbing mess, the maid was cowering in a corner, shivering as if she's standing in the North Pole. "Come here baby," I extended my trembling hands, and my little girl threw herself into my arms. But my voice sounded like rusty metals grinding together. Thanks to my dear husband's strangulation.Kayla trembled
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